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4 pm Grid time......
Galleries, parcels and artist spaces are all free here. For serious creators :)
Hello everyone.
Behind this door is a sim no one talks about out loud. A night sim where the limits of what is allowed dissolve.
Names are hidden. Faces are unseen. There is no shame here and no rules. Only the shadow of an avatar and raw, uncovered desire.
People come here for what they never had the courage to do. No one will know whose hands grip your hips, or whose name you whisper into the pillow. You can moan through a rough thrust and a tender shiver, come so loud that everyone hears it — and still no one will know who you are.
Give yourself completely. Take another body without regret. Vanish at dawn as if you never existed.
The most mysterious sim for the dirtiest games. Enter if you are ready to drown in lust without a face.
Behind this door is a sim no one talks about out loud. A night sim where the limits of what is allowed dissolve.
Names are hidden. Faces are unseen. There is no shame here and no rules. Only the shadow of an avatar and raw, uncovered desire.
People come here for what they never had the courage to do. No one will know whose hands grip your hips, or whose name you whisper into the pillow. You can moan through a rough thrust and a tender shiver, come so loud that everyone hears it — and still no one will know who you are.
Give yourself completely. Take another body without regret. Vanish at dawn as if you never existed.
The most mysterious sim for the dirtiest games. Enter if you are ready to drown in lust without a face.
I love being part of Gentle Fire Grid!!!
stunning sim to be shared with all. Take the barrel ride, tour boat, get branded freebies and take in the views! On the NO DRAMA GRID
🎉🩸 TONIGHT — VANESSA’S BIRTHDAY PARTY! 🩸🎉
Join us tonight at the Event Beach Club on the BloodMoon Grid to celebrate the birthday of our one and only Vanessa VanHelsing — a.k.a. THE BOSS! 👑🖤
🎧 With DJ LAURE
🕣 From 8:30 PM — Paris Time
🕦 11:30 AM SLT
📍 Event Beach Club — BloodMoon Grid
🎶 Music, dancing, good vibes and a very special birthday night!
🥂 Come party with us and help make this an unforgettable evening for Vanessa! ❤️🔥
🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA! 🎂
👑 THE BOSS IS CELEBRATING TONIGHT! 👑
Join us tonight at the Event Beach Club on the BloodMoon Grid to celebrate the birthday of our one and only Vanessa VanHelsing — a.k.a. THE BOSS! 👑🖤
🎧 With DJ LAURE
🕣 From 8:30 PM — Paris Time
🕦 11:30 AM SLT
📍 Event Beach Club — BloodMoon Grid
🎶 Music, dancing, good vibes and a very special birthday night!
🥂 Come party with us and help make this an unforgettable evening for Vanessa! ❤️🔥
🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA! 🎂
👑 THE BOSS IS CELEBRATING TONIGHT! 👑
Join Dolly at London city https://gyazo.com/58c61042dcff9f21674143d347fab5eb awesome Tribute to Dolly Parton Dj Jon thank you and God Bless her family and friend
 | Lynne DeAngelo: https://gyazo.com/e87e6d7c9db57c80f4c6cc5a7e199b84 1 month ago |
🌙 APHRA’S LATE NIGHT SHOW
🎧 DJane Aphra starts playing at 22:00 CET at Solaris Club
And then… 👀✨
🎁 SPECIAL GUEST AT 23:00 CET?
Surprise, surprise…
Someone special may join us behind the decks.
We’re not telling. Yet. 😉
🌴 Solaris Club · Cozy Comforts Sun Grid
Space Shuttle: sun.cozycomforts.net:8002:SOLARIS - post into big map!
🎶 Dance • Pop • House • 80s • Lounge • Live Mixing
💃Great music - Good Vibes - Nice People
🌴 Extended Beach Area
⭐ Party Space Free to Rent
🎁 Skyboxes Available
WHERE MUSIC, MAGIC & MEMORIES MEET
🎧 DJane Aphra starts playing at 22:00 CET at Solaris Club
And then… 👀✨
🎁 SPECIAL GUEST AT 23:00 CET?
Surprise, surprise…
Someone special may join us behind the decks.
We’re not telling. Yet. 😉
🌴 Solaris Club · Cozy Comforts Sun Grid
Space Shuttle: sun.cozycomforts.net:8002:SOLARIS - post into big map!
🎶 Dance • Pop • House • 80s • Lounge • Live Mixing
💃Great music - Good Vibes - Nice People
🌴 Extended Beach Area
⭐ Party Space Free to Rent
🎁 Skyboxes Available
WHERE MUSIC, MAGIC & MEMORIES MEET
🖤 THE MASTER'S CHAMBERS — GRAND OPENING
Some doors are opened. Others are unlocked.
And some… you really should be curious enough to enter.
Tonight, the doors to The Master's Chambers open for the first time.
This is a MASKED EVENT — identities remain hidden, mystery is encouraged, and what happens behind the mask… stays behind the mask. 😉
Expect an atmosphere of leather, straps, latex, elegance and dark temptation, with everyone invited to dress to impress — whether your style is wicked, sophisticated, mysterious or completely unexpected.
🎭 Masks encouraged. Mystery required.
🖤 Leather • Straps • Latex • Elegance
🥂 Everyone Welcome
🔥 Come dressed for the occasion… or come wondering what the hell you walked into.
12–2 PM Grid Time
📍 hop://mk3.org:5002/Port/72/227/22
The doors are open.
The masks are on.
The rest is up to you.
Dare to enter? 😈
Some doors are opened. Others are unlocked.
And some… you really should be curious enough to enter.
Tonight, the doors to The Master's Chambers open for the first time.
This is a MASKED EVENT — identities remain hidden, mystery is encouraged, and what happens behind the mask… stays behind the mask. 😉
Expect an atmosphere of leather, straps, latex, elegance and dark temptation, with everyone invited to dress to impress — whether your style is wicked, sophisticated, mysterious or completely unexpected.
🎭 Masks encouraged. Mystery required.
🖤 Leather • Straps • Latex • Elegance
🥂 Everyone Welcome
🔥 Come dressed for the occasion… or come wondering what the hell you walked into.
12–2 PM Grid Time
📍 hop://mk3.org:5002/Port/72/227/22
The doors are open.
The masks are on.
The rest is up to you.
Dare to enter? 😈
| | Club: What fun and unique party that was. Best music and best people. The build is absolutely fantastic. I'll be there for the party too. Thank your having it DJ Adrian, Ocean and DJ Net 1 month ago |
Tromso, Norway, viewed in WolfStorm web viewer. https://wolf-grid.com
| | Arcfury: I like that giant spacecraft floating there. It is funny because I also happen to have a giant spacecraft floating over water between islands in my region as well. :P 1 month ago |
start the week with a bit of mystery.... monday vibes haha
The Dichotarians and the Fall of Atlantis
It is said that at the beginning of all things, there were no opposites.
There was no up and no down, no light and no darkness, no inside and no outside. Things simply were as they were, and it would never have occurred to anyone to separate them. The Dichotarians later called this era the Time of the One.
But memories are strange things. They change when told too often.
On their planet, the Time of the One had long been forgotten.
The planet itself had fallen ill. Its seas had receded, leaving behind black crusts upon their shores. The forests still stood, yet their leaves no longer stirred in the wind. Even the wind seemed to have grown weary.
Deep underground, the ancient fires rumbled.
The cities of the Dichotarians had once been magnificent. They had built towers that reached into the clouds and gardens where the flowers glowed at night. But eventually, they had begun to divide their world.
At first, they divided only things.
They said: "This belongs to me, and that belongs to you."
Then they divided thoughts.
"This is right; that is wrong."
Then they divided people.
Some were one way; others were different.
And finally, they even divided time.
There was a past that was revered and a future that was feared.
Amidst all these divisions, the space in between grew ever smaller.
No one remembered when it had begun. Perhaps no one had started it at all. Perhaps the separation had come slowly, like a shadow creeping across a meadow at dusk.
But one day, an old Dichotarian child noticed that the sun on their planet shone upon only one half of the city.
He asked his father:
"Why is the other half dark?" The father looked out and said:
“Because it doesn’t belong there.”
The child asked:
“Who decided that?”
The father did not answer.
Many years later, no one remembered that conversation anymore.
But the planet remembered.
And one day, it began to die.
The Dichotarians knew they could not stay. They built a great ship, though no one knew exactly where it was to fly. It was not a ship made of metal. It was built from the memories of their people.
They placed within it images of their cities, the voices of their dead, the seeds of their plants, and the stories of their grandmothers.
They even took a handful of earth with them.
“So that we know where we come from,” said an old woman.
On the day of departure, the sky was red.
A thousand Dichotarians boarded the ship.
No one waved back.
For behind them, there was nothing left to wave to.
The ship rose into the sky and vanished among the stars.
It flew through regions where the stars were positioned differently than in their old books. It flew through clouds of blue dust and past vast, silent worlds.
Sometimes the travelers believed they would never arrive anywhere.
Then Atlantis appeared.
At first, they saw only a golden shimmer.
Then islands.
Then towers.
Then the sea.
And finally, the city itself.
Atlantis lay upon seven large islands, connected by bridges of white stone. Waterways wound through the streets. Trees with silver leaves stood in the gardens, and at night, small lights floated above the canals.
The Dichotarians had never seen anything so beautiful.
“Perhaps,” said one of them, “this is the place we have been seeking.”
When the Atlanteans spotted the strange ship in the sky, they did not take to the streets with weapons.
They went to the gates. The Queen of Atlantis stood there and looked up.
Beside her stood a little girl.
"Who are they?" the girl asked.
The Queen replied:
"People who have lost their home."
"May they come in?"
The Queen smiled.
"If we do not help them, who will?"
And so, the gates were opened.
The Dichotarians stepped off their ship.
They were exhausted, hungry, and filled with fear.
The Atlanteans gave them water.
They gave them bread.
They gave them clothing.
They showed them houses where no one lived anymore.
And for the first time in a long while, the Dichotarians slept without waiting for the earth beneath them to shatter.
The first few years were wonderful.
The two peoples shared their stories with one another.
The Atlanteans learned the Dichotarians' songs.
The Dichotarians learned the Atlanteans' dances.
Together, they built new houses.
They planted the seeds the Dichotarians had brought from their destroyed planet.
Soon, flowers bloomed in Atlantis that no one had ever seen before.
The people called them star-flowers.
They opened their blossoms only at night, shimmering like tiny moons.
It seemed as though the world itself had decided that everything would turn out well.
But the world had decided nothing.
Worlds do not make decisions.
It is always people who make decisions.
And eventually, someone began to say:
"We ought to make a distinction."
At first, it was merely a sensible question.
The Dichotarians had different habits than the Atlanteans. They spoke differently. They ate different foods. They thought differently about property, family, and time.
At first, this was interesting.
Then, it became uncomfortable.
"Where we come from, we do things differently," said a Dichotarian.
"Where we come from, we do them better," replied an Atlantean.
At first, both sides laughed about it.
But the laughter grew rarer.
It did not take long for the old words to resurface.
Right.
Wrong.
Ours.
Yours.
Good.
Bad.
The Dichotarians had believed they had left their old world behind.
But they had only left their bodies behind.
Their old ideas had traveled with them.
Those ideas had remained invisible as long as everyone was struggling together to survive.
Now that they were prospering, they once again had time to distinguish themselves from one another.
The initial disputes were minor.
A market stall was moved.
A law was altered.
A school was to be run according to Atlantean customs.
The Dichotarians protested.
Then, they founded their own school.
At first, the Atlanteans did not mind.
But soon, there were two schools.
Two councils.
Two festivals.
Two ways of telling history.
And finally, two stories about who Atlantis actually belonged to.
The children were the first to notice that something was amiss.
They had played together.
Now, they were told whom they were allowed to play with.
One day, an Atlantean girl asked her father:
"Why am I not allowed to play with Lira anymore?"
"Because she is a Dichotarian."
"But she’s Lira."
Her father remained silent. The child could no longer make sense of the world.
Perhaps that was the moment when Atlantis began to shatter.
Not when the towers collapsed.
Not when the sea arrived.
But within a small child’s heart—one that could not grasp why a person should suddenly be considered less human simply because they had been born different.
The years passed.
The city grew richer.
And, at the same time, poorer.
Richer in walls.
Poorer in trust.
The Dichotarians built a great temple to their ancient gods.
Beside it, the Atlanteans erected a temple to their own.
Soon, the two temples stood facing one another like two opinions carved in stone.
No one remembered anymore that they had once formed a single garden together.
Then came the dispute over the star-flowers.
The Dichotarians claimed the flowers had sprung from their seeds and therefore belonged to them.
The Atlanteans argued that they had grown on Atlantean soil and thus belonged to Atlantis.
It was a ridiculous quarrel.
But humanity has an astonishing knack for turning ridiculous things into catastrophes.
There was arguing.
There was shouting.
There were threats.
And eventually, the first weapons were drawn.
That night, the earth shook.
No one knew if the tremor was linked to the dispute.
But the ancient priests of Atlantis knew that something had happened.
They went to the sea.
There, they saw fissures in the water.
The sea receded.
Far.
Very far.
Fish lay thrashing on the seabed.
People ran to the coast.
"What is happening?"
No one answered.
Then came the wave.
It was so high that even the tallest towers of Atlantis seemed small beside it.
It crashed over the outer islands.
Bridges snapped.
Palaces shattered. Temples vanished.
The water surged into the streets.
People ran, but there was nowhere left to flee.
And amidst this chaos, something strange happened.
The Atlanteans and the Dichotarians stopped fighting.
They began to save one another.
A Dichotarian pulled an elderly Atlantean from the water.
An Atlantean woman carried a stranger’s child on her shoulders.
Two men who had fought each other the day before held fast a door behind which people sought shelter.
For a brief moment, the old division vanished.
Not because someone had issued a rule.
Not because a king had commanded it.
But because the water washed away all differences.
Atlantis sank.
When the sun rose in the morning, only a few towers still jutted out of the sea.
The survivors stood on a hill.
They were silent.
Beside them lay a small box.
Inside was soil from the Dichotarians' destroyed planet.
A child picked up the box.
It opened it.
The soil was still moist.
And something was stirring amidst the grains.
A tiny green shoot.
"What is that?" someone asked.
The child smiled.
"A possibility."
No one knew what it meant by that.
Perhaps it meant a new plant.
Perhaps a new world.
Perhaps just the thought
...that the end of a story is not necessarily the end of everything.
The survivors set out on their journey.
They walked for a long time.
They crossed mountains and passed through forests.
They carried their few belongings on their backs.
But something had changed.
They no longer called themselves Dichotarians and Atlanteans.
They had become human.
Not perfect.
Not redeemed.
Not suddenly wise.
They still argued.
They made mistakes.
They were jealous, fearful, and sometimes unfair.
But when someone said:
"We must choose. Either this or that."
Then someone would remember Atlantis.
And sometimes, another would reply:
"Perhaps there is something in between."
Many years later, they found a place where the land was fertile.
There, they planted the soil from the small box.
From it, a tree grew.
No one knew what kind of tree it was.
Its roots reached deep.
Its branches spread wide.
And when the wind brushed through its leaves, it sounded as if two voices were speaking to one another.
One high.
One low.
But if one listened long enough, one realized that they were not two voices at all.
It was a single voice.
It had simply learned to hold more than one truth at the same time.
The people later named the tree the Tree of Beginnings.
And when the children asked where it had come from, the elders told them of a lost planet.
Of a people seeking a home.
Of a city that had welcomed strangers.
Of a paradise that had shattered under the weight of its own contradictions.
And of Atlantis, which sank so that a new story could begin.
But the wisest elders told of something else, too.
They said:
"Never forget that Atlantis did not die because of the flood." “Then what caused it?” the children asked.
The elders looked toward the tree.
“It died the moment its inhabitants believed they had to choose between one another.”
The children did not always understand this.
But that did not matter.
Some truths take a long time to take root.
And deep beneath the sea, amidst the ruins of the ancient city, a small seed stirred in the mud one day.
No one saw it.
No one heard it.
Yet perhaps, right where Atlantis had ended, something new was already beginning to grow.
It is said that at the beginning of all things, there were no opposites.
There was no up and no down, no light and no darkness, no inside and no outside. Things simply were as they were, and it would never have occurred to anyone to separate them. The Dichotarians later called this era the Time of the One.
But memories are strange things. They change when told too often.
On their planet, the Time of the One had long been forgotten.
The planet itself had fallen ill. Its seas had receded, leaving behind black crusts upon their shores. The forests still stood, yet their leaves no longer stirred in the wind. Even the wind seemed to have grown weary.
Deep underground, the ancient fires rumbled.
The cities of the Dichotarians had once been magnificent. They had built towers that reached into the clouds and gardens where the flowers glowed at night. But eventually, they had begun to divide their world.
At first, they divided only things.
They said: "This belongs to me, and that belongs to you."
Then they divided thoughts.
"This is right; that is wrong."
Then they divided people.
Some were one way; others were different.
And finally, they even divided time.
There was a past that was revered and a future that was feared.
Amidst all these divisions, the space in between grew ever smaller.
No one remembered when it had begun. Perhaps no one had started it at all. Perhaps the separation had come slowly, like a shadow creeping across a meadow at dusk.
But one day, an old Dichotarian child noticed that the sun on their planet shone upon only one half of the city.
He asked his father:
"Why is the other half dark?" The father looked out and said:
“Because it doesn’t belong there.”
The child asked:
“Who decided that?”
The father did not answer.
Many years later, no one remembered that conversation anymore.
But the planet remembered.
And one day, it began to die.
The Dichotarians knew they could not stay. They built a great ship, though no one knew exactly where it was to fly. It was not a ship made of metal. It was built from the memories of their people.
They placed within it images of their cities, the voices of their dead, the seeds of their plants, and the stories of their grandmothers.
They even took a handful of earth with them.
“So that we know where we come from,” said an old woman.
On the day of departure, the sky was red.
A thousand Dichotarians boarded the ship.
No one waved back.
For behind them, there was nothing left to wave to.
The ship rose into the sky and vanished among the stars.
It flew through regions where the stars were positioned differently than in their old books. It flew through clouds of blue dust and past vast, silent worlds.
Sometimes the travelers believed they would never arrive anywhere.
Then Atlantis appeared.
At first, they saw only a golden shimmer.
Then islands.
Then towers.
Then the sea.
And finally, the city itself.
Atlantis lay upon seven large islands, connected by bridges of white stone. Waterways wound through the streets. Trees with silver leaves stood in the gardens, and at night, small lights floated above the canals.
The Dichotarians had never seen anything so beautiful.
“Perhaps,” said one of them, “this is the place we have been seeking.”
When the Atlanteans spotted the strange ship in the sky, they did not take to the streets with weapons.
They went to the gates. The Queen of Atlantis stood there and looked up.
Beside her stood a little girl.
"Who are they?" the girl asked.
The Queen replied:
"People who have lost their home."
"May they come in?"
The Queen smiled.
"If we do not help them, who will?"
And so, the gates were opened.
The Dichotarians stepped off their ship.
They were exhausted, hungry, and filled with fear.
The Atlanteans gave them water.
They gave them bread.
They gave them clothing.
They showed them houses where no one lived anymore.
And for the first time in a long while, the Dichotarians slept without waiting for the earth beneath them to shatter.
The first few years were wonderful.
The two peoples shared their stories with one another.
The Atlanteans learned the Dichotarians' songs.
The Dichotarians learned the Atlanteans' dances.
Together, they built new houses.
They planted the seeds the Dichotarians had brought from their destroyed planet.
Soon, flowers bloomed in Atlantis that no one had ever seen before.
The people called them star-flowers.
They opened their blossoms only at night, shimmering like tiny moons.
It seemed as though the world itself had decided that everything would turn out well.
But the world had decided nothing.
Worlds do not make decisions.
It is always people who make decisions.
And eventually, someone began to say:
"We ought to make a distinction."
At first, it was merely a sensible question.
The Dichotarians had different habits than the Atlanteans. They spoke differently. They ate different foods. They thought differently about property, family, and time.
At first, this was interesting.
Then, it became uncomfortable.
"Where we come from, we do things differently," said a Dichotarian.
"Where we come from, we do them better," replied an Atlantean.
At first, both sides laughed about it.
But the laughter grew rarer.
It did not take long for the old words to resurface.
Right.
Wrong.
Ours.
Yours.
Good.
Bad.
The Dichotarians had believed they had left their old world behind.
But they had only left their bodies behind.
Their old ideas had traveled with them.
Those ideas had remained invisible as long as everyone was struggling together to survive.
Now that they were prospering, they once again had time to distinguish themselves from one another.
The initial disputes were minor.
A market stall was moved.
A law was altered.
A school was to be run according to Atlantean customs.
The Dichotarians protested.
Then, they founded their own school.
At first, the Atlanteans did not mind.
But soon, there were two schools.
Two councils.
Two festivals.
Two ways of telling history.
And finally, two stories about who Atlantis actually belonged to.
The children were the first to notice that something was amiss.
They had played together.
Now, they were told whom they were allowed to play with.
One day, an Atlantean girl asked her father:
"Why am I not allowed to play with Lira anymore?"
"Because she is a Dichotarian."
"But she’s Lira."
Her father remained silent. The child could no longer make sense of the world.
Perhaps that was the moment when Atlantis began to shatter.
Not when the towers collapsed.
Not when the sea arrived.
But within a small child’s heart—one that could not grasp why a person should suddenly be considered less human simply because they had been born different.
The years passed.
The city grew richer.
And, at the same time, poorer.
Richer in walls.
Poorer in trust.
The Dichotarians built a great temple to their ancient gods.
Beside it, the Atlanteans erected a temple to their own.
Soon, the two temples stood facing one another like two opinions carved in stone.
No one remembered anymore that they had once formed a single garden together.
Then came the dispute over the star-flowers.
The Dichotarians claimed the flowers had sprung from their seeds and therefore belonged to them.
The Atlanteans argued that they had grown on Atlantean soil and thus belonged to Atlantis.
It was a ridiculous quarrel.
But humanity has an astonishing knack for turning ridiculous things into catastrophes.
There was arguing.
There was shouting.
There were threats.
And eventually, the first weapons were drawn.
That night, the earth shook.
No one knew if the tremor was linked to the dispute.
But the ancient priests of Atlantis knew that something had happened.
They went to the sea.
There, they saw fissures in the water.
The sea receded.
Far.
Very far.
Fish lay thrashing on the seabed.
People ran to the coast.
"What is happening?"
No one answered.
Then came the wave.
It was so high that even the tallest towers of Atlantis seemed small beside it.
It crashed over the outer islands.
Bridges snapped.
Palaces shattered. Temples vanished.
The water surged into the streets.
People ran, but there was nowhere left to flee.
And amidst this chaos, something strange happened.
The Atlanteans and the Dichotarians stopped fighting.
They began to save one another.
A Dichotarian pulled an elderly Atlantean from the water.
An Atlantean woman carried a stranger’s child on her shoulders.
Two men who had fought each other the day before held fast a door behind which people sought shelter.
For a brief moment, the old division vanished.
Not because someone had issued a rule.
Not because a king had commanded it.
But because the water washed away all differences.
Atlantis sank.
When the sun rose in the morning, only a few towers still jutted out of the sea.
The survivors stood on a hill.
They were silent.
Beside them lay a small box.
Inside was soil from the Dichotarians' destroyed planet.
A child picked up the box.
It opened it.
The soil was still moist.
And something was stirring amidst the grains.
A tiny green shoot.
"What is that?" someone asked.
The child smiled.
"A possibility."
No one knew what it meant by that.
Perhaps it meant a new plant.
Perhaps a new world.
Perhaps just the thought
...that the end of a story is not necessarily the end of everything.
The survivors set out on their journey.
They walked for a long time.
They crossed mountains and passed through forests.
They carried their few belongings on their backs.
But something had changed.
They no longer called themselves Dichotarians and Atlanteans.
They had become human.
Not perfect.
Not redeemed.
Not suddenly wise.
They still argued.
They made mistakes.
They were jealous, fearful, and sometimes unfair.
But when someone said:
"We must choose. Either this or that."
Then someone would remember Atlantis.
And sometimes, another would reply:
"Perhaps there is something in between."
Many years later, they found a place where the land was fertile.
There, they planted the soil from the small box.
From it, a tree grew.
No one knew what kind of tree it was.
Its roots reached deep.
Its branches spread wide.
And when the wind brushed through its leaves, it sounded as if two voices were speaking to one another.
One high.
One low.
But if one listened long enough, one realized that they were not two voices at all.
It was a single voice.
It had simply learned to hold more than one truth at the same time.
The people later named the tree the Tree of Beginnings.
And when the children asked where it had come from, the elders told them of a lost planet.
Of a people seeking a home.
Of a city that had welcomed strangers.
Of a paradise that had shattered under the weight of its own contradictions.
And of Atlantis, which sank so that a new story could begin.
But the wisest elders told of something else, too.
They said:
"Never forget that Atlantis did not die because of the flood." “Then what caused it?” the children asked.
The elders looked toward the tree.
“It died the moment its inhabitants believed they had to choose between one another.”
The children did not always understand this.
But that did not matter.
Some truths take a long time to take root.
And deep beneath the sea, amidst the ruins of the ancient city, a small seed stirred in the mud one day.
No one saw it.
No one heard it.
Yet perhaps, right where Atlantis had ended, something new was already beginning to grow.
Added some cute little townhouses if your looking for free rent :)
You’re Invited to Party !
✨Let’s join together this Saturday at ESC for an unforgettable afternoon of amazing music and dancing under the sky.
📅 When: Today (Saturday) from 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM
📍 Where: ESC
We look forward to seeing you there! Bring your best moves and your favorite
hop://mk3.org:5002/ESC/132/41/41
✨Let’s join together this Saturday at ESC for an unforgettable afternoon of amazing music and dancing under the sky.
📅 When: Today (Saturday) from 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM
📍 Where: ESC
We look forward to seeing you there! Bring your best moves and your favorite
hop://mk3.org:5002/ESC/132/41/41
Really a GRID unlike any other, spent many years between different grids, and the experience I have had in AMV has overall been amazing, which made me want to stay and be a part of it all, do come explore and check it out, it is really worth a visit, if you are looking for a new home give AMV a chance, come in with a fresh perspective!
DJ Zale - DarkHeart City @ Unicock Club Party
Region: Darkheart Archipelago
Details:
DJ Zale Tonight - Midnight-2am SLT/Opensim Grid Time
DarkHearty City @ Main Unicock Club Dance Floor
Featuring Music from Zale and DJ Nino - 2hrs of amazing tunes and new songs before released.
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Darkheart%20Archipelago/...
Region: Darkheart Archipelago
Details:
DJ Zale Tonight - Midnight-2am SLT/Opensim Grid Time
DarkHearty City @ Main Unicock Club Dance Floor
Featuring Music from Zale and DJ Nino - 2hrs of amazing tunes and new songs before released.
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Darkheart%20Archipelago/...
| | Darkheart Archipelago: It's time come on down :) 1 month ago |
"Indy, do you hear drums?"
"Yeah... Let's dance!"
Join us and discover the best EDM
ZEE - ♫ where the beat goes on! ♫
hop://hg.osgrid.org:80/Misty%20Isles/591/893/23
| | Hicks: Too bad to miss this event 1 month ago |
💜The key to paradise.💜
Fleetwood Beach Open-Air Area
The Fleetwood Beach Open-Air Area is a spacious outdoor event space and one of the region’s central meeting places.
At its heart is the stage, which can be used for music, live performances, parties, shows and other events. The surrounding area offers plenty of room for visitors and combines the unique atmosphere of Fleetwood Beach with the open character of a classic outdoor venue.
The design fits naturally into the industrial and Steampunk-inspired style of the region while remaining deliberately open and versatile. This makes the area suitable for larger events as well as smaller gatherings or spontaneous activities.
Beyond the stage itself, the open-air area is also a place to meet other visitors, enjoy music and experience events together in the atmosphere of Fleetwood Beach.
The Open-Air Area is therefore one of the places where Fleetwood Beach becomes more than just a setting – it becomes a lively social space.
The Fleetwood Beach Open-Air Area is a spacious outdoor event space and one of the region’s central meeting places.
At its heart is the stage, which can be used for music, live performances, parties, shows and other events. The surrounding area offers plenty of room for visitors and combines the unique atmosphere of Fleetwood Beach with the open character of a classic outdoor venue.
The design fits naturally into the industrial and Steampunk-inspired style of the region while remaining deliberately open and versatile. This makes the area suitable for larger events as well as smaller gatherings or spontaneous activities.
Beyond the stage itself, the open-air area is also a place to meet other visitors, enjoy music and experience events together in the atmosphere of Fleetwood Beach.
The Open-Air Area is therefore one of the places where Fleetwood Beach becomes more than just a setting – it becomes a lively social space.
Fleetwood Beach Shop
The Fleetwood Beach Shop is an exhibition space for unusual objects, technical gadgets and special creations from the world of Fleetwood Beach.
The building is designed in the characteristic style of the region, combining industrial elements with a more restrained Steampunk look. This makes the shop feel like a natural part of the environment rather than just a conventional exhibition room.
Inside, visitors can discover scripted objects, interactive systems, vehicles, technical tools and other ideas developed especially for OpenSim.
Many of these objects originate directly from projects that are developed and tested on Fleetwood Beach. The shop therefore also serves as a showcase for new developments, experiments and unusual technical concepts.
In addition to being an exhibition space, the Fleetwood Beach Shop is also a place for freebies. Visitors can regularly find free objects and small extras to take home.
Anyone who enjoys experimenting, building their own regions or simply looking for new inspiration should definitely stop by.
Explore, try things out and maybe take a freebie or two with you.
The Fleetwood Beach Shop is an exhibition space for unusual objects, technical gadgets and special creations from the world of Fleetwood Beach.
The building is designed in the characteristic style of the region, combining industrial elements with a more restrained Steampunk look. This makes the shop feel like a natural part of the environment rather than just a conventional exhibition room.
Inside, visitors can discover scripted objects, interactive systems, vehicles, technical tools and other ideas developed especially for OpenSim.
Many of these objects originate directly from projects that are developed and tested on Fleetwood Beach. The shop therefore also serves as a showcase for new developments, experiments and unusual technical concepts.
In addition to being an exhibition space, the Fleetwood Beach Shop is also a place for freebies. Visitors can regularly find free objects and small extras to take home.
Anyone who enjoys experimenting, building their own regions or simply looking for new inspiration should definitely stop by.
Explore, try things out and maybe take a freebie or two with you.
Coming to you at 6am - 8am PDT/SLT/OST/Grid Time (2pm to 4pm UK), 2 hours of fun, laughter and banter, kicking off your Saturday with a bang!, come one, come all, all are welcome to come and join in party and have fun!
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/35...
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/35...
| | Debbie Phoenix: PARTY Kicking it today with CLASSIC ROCK!!! all are welcome to come along! 1 month ago |
SUNRISE SHOW 4-6am with DJ KAYELE ( Bonnie )
For two decades, has been lighting up the metaverse with electrifying live mixes. Known for her Hercules‑driven setup and her unmistakable blend of electro, trance, and EDM, she brings raw passion to every track she drops.
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/34...
For two decades, has been lighting up the metaverse with electrifying live mixes. Known for her Hercules‑driven setup and her unmistakable blend of electro, trance, and EDM, she brings raw passion to every track she drops.
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/34...
| | Tyler Mathews: another banging set from Kayele 1 month ago |
Free housing in our mountain sim, Pelican Harbor, with views of the Golden Gate Bridge and bay
Beautiful luxury surburban 11,000 and up meter homestead parcels free for residents. Overlooks the bridge and beautiful Redwood Bay. Marina on region.
BARBARELA PIER REGION SPACE CLUB
Get ready for an unforgettable trip into space!
Join us TODAY for an epic party with DJ NICK bringing crazy beats and the best House Style Music, while HOST ESTI keeps the energy high all day!
WELCOME ALL — ADULTS ONLY +18
START TIME: 11 AM
House vibes • Crazy rhythms • Non-stop dancing • Cosmic atmosphere
Come with your friends, feel the music, and let’s make this party one to remember!
LET’S DANCE TOGETHER UNDER THE STARS!
LIMO hg.gbg-world.com:80:The Pier
Get ready for an unforgettable trip into space!
Join us TODAY for an epic party with DJ NICK bringing crazy beats and the best House Style Music, while HOST ESTI keeps the energy high all day!
WELCOME ALL — ADULTS ONLY +18
START TIME: 11 AM
House vibes • Crazy rhythms • Non-stop dancing • Cosmic atmosphere
Come with your friends, feel the music, and let’s make this party one to remember!
LET’S DANCE TOGETHER UNDER THE STARS!
LIMO hg.gbg-world.com:80:The Pier
| | Nickos: LIMO hg.gbg-world.com:80:The Pier 1 month ago |
Evening stroll
dorenas-world.de:8002:Atlas-Insel
Setting the stage for tomorrow's Summer Tour Finale at the Emerald City at Club Escotia! Watch for low flying tornados :)
LIVE MUSIC
Friday at 1 PM
Saturday at 11 AM
There’s no place like home—but this weekend, there’s no place like Emerald City!
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002:Club Escotia (Main stage, click from the landing and follow the yel... you know ;)
LIVE MUSIC
Friday at 1 PM
Saturday at 11 AM
There’s no place like home—but this weekend, there’s no place like Emerald City!
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002:Club Escotia (Main stage, click from the landing and follow the yel... you know ;)
“Behind Glass”
I hold a world inside my hands
too heavy for what it became
A flicker somewhere deep within
like endings learning how to begin
The colors burn but make no sound
no voice that dares to travel out
And everything feels far away
like I was never meant to stay
....................................................................................
„Hinter Glas“
Ich halte eine Welt in meinen Händen
zu schwer für das, was daraus geworden ist
Ein Flackern tief in mir
wie Enden, die lernen, neu anzufangen
Die Farben brennen, doch kein Laut
keine Stimme, die es wagt, sich zu erheben
Und alles fühlt sich fern an
als wäre ich nie dazu bestimmt gewesen zu bleiben.
https://youtu.be/6NrVQ3dvvLc?list=RD6NrVQ3dvvLc
I hold a world inside my hands
too heavy for what it became
A flicker somewhere deep within
like endings learning how to begin
The colors burn but make no sound
no voice that dares to travel out
And everything feels far away
like I was never meant to stay
....................................................................................
„Hinter Glas“
Ich halte eine Welt in meinen Händen
zu schwer für das, was daraus geworden ist
Ein Flackern tief in mir
wie Enden, die lernen, neu anzufangen
Die Farben brennen, doch kein Laut
keine Stimme, die es wagt, sich zu erheben
Und alles fühlt sich fern an
als wäre ich nie dazu bestimmt gewesen zu bleiben.
https://youtu.be/6NrVQ3dvvLc?list=RD6NrVQ3dvvLc
🧡In the princely summer house in Westend.🧡
dorenas-world.de:8002:Westend
As far as I can see, we have around 20 clubs to present, and pictures will follow. I’m still deciding whether to use AI-enhanced images or keep things more natural. What would you prefer?
If someone is interested in a particular location, I could also take pictures there first.
Not everyone enjoys building, but some people have excellent management skills, so there are some really interesting opportunities for them. If you’re interested, just leave a comment and I’ll add you to my contacts. I’d be happy to work with you in the future! 😊
When it comes to residents, though, managing them can be quite a lot of work for a grid owner. I love building, but I’m definitely not a natural-born manager, and time is always the limiting factor. My priority is creating, not managing residents.
On OSGrid, people already have their accounts, and I had originally planned to build something on Tartaria. But lately, OSGrid seems to be getting pretty laggy again, so I decided to rez the new regions on my own grid side instead. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened with my Big Cozy Region when OSGrid went down.
That’s also why the new regions **Michaela** and **Village of Art** stayed on my grid. Apparently, this also led to me being blocked from advertising on OSGrid, without any discussion. Maybe OSGrid isn’t too happy when people add value outside their grid, or maybe someone put pressure on them. Who knows. 🤷♀️
In the end, I think the virtual world can be a pretty crazy place sometimes. 😂 But I still love creating, and I’m not going to stop just because things get complicated. Maybe I’ll eventually find a more peaceful world… another planet, perhaps. Or at least a better galaxy. 😄🌌
And yes, sometimes accounts are given to friends. But experience has taught me that good friends aren’t always that easy to find in a virtual world. 😉
If someone is interested in a particular location, I could also take pictures there first.
Not everyone enjoys building, but some people have excellent management skills, so there are some really interesting opportunities for them. If you’re interested, just leave a comment and I’ll add you to my contacts. I’d be happy to work with you in the future! 😊
When it comes to residents, though, managing them can be quite a lot of work for a grid owner. I love building, but I’m definitely not a natural-born manager, and time is always the limiting factor. My priority is creating, not managing residents.
On OSGrid, people already have their accounts, and I had originally planned to build something on Tartaria. But lately, OSGrid seems to be getting pretty laggy again, so I decided to rez the new regions on my own grid side instead. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened with my Big Cozy Region when OSGrid went down.
That’s also why the new regions **Michaela** and **Village of Art** stayed on my grid. Apparently, this also led to me being blocked from advertising on OSGrid, without any discussion. Maybe OSGrid isn’t too happy when people add value outside their grid, or maybe someone put pressure on them. Who knows. 🤷♀️
In the end, I think the virtual world can be a pretty crazy place sometimes. 😂 But I still love creating, and I’m not going to stop just because things get complicated. Maybe I’ll eventually find a more peaceful world… another planet, perhaps. Or at least a better galaxy. 😄🌌
And yes, sometimes accounts are given to friends. But experience has taught me that good friends aren’t always that easy to find in a virtual world. 😉
🏖️🔥 MK3 POOL PARTY — ADRIAN MOON! 🔥🏖️
Grab your shades, lose your dignity, and come make some questionable decisions by the pool! 😂🍹
🎶 Adrian Moon live
💦 Pool. Music. Madness.
🩱 Dress code: optional-ish 😏
📍 Sexy Naked Beach
🚕 Taxi: mk3.org:5002:Sexy Naked Beach
Come for the music… stay because you forgot where you parked. 🤣🍾
Grab your shades, lose your dignity, and come make some questionable decisions by the pool! 😂🍹
🎶 Adrian Moon live
💦 Pool. Music. Madness.
🩱 Dress code: optional-ish 😏
📍 Sexy Naked Beach
🚕 Taxi: mk3.org:5002:Sexy Naked Beach
Come for the music… stay because you forgot where you parked. 🤣🍾
| | Adrian Moon : we at it again HAHAHA drop down get some groove in Taxi: mk3.org:5002:Sexy Naked Beach 1 month ago |
💜Swimming at Gridtalk beach.💜
dorenas-world.de:8002:Gridtalk
awesome set with dj country Bob half time
Screen Sharing - WEBRtc - Voice - Rocking Boats
WolfStorm update Video https://youtu.be/r6I7RjBKAk4?si=gbX0lFqGUtCTUzSo
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Dance-Party ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁
▶▷▶ at Flores Sea Vibes CC-CLUB
Sunday/Sonntag 23.August 2026
◕ starts 12:00 OS grid time – startet ab 21:00 Uhr EU
Live in the mix : DJ TOMI & DJ CRAZY
Back in Time 80´s 90´s and 2000´s
Adults Only! Nur Erwachsene !
Taxi: hg.osgrid.org:80:FLORES SeaVibes
░░▒▓◙█◙█◙ CC-CLUB ◙█◙█◙▓▒░░
▶▷▶ at Flores Sea Vibes CC-CLUB
Sunday/Sonntag 23.August 2026
◕ starts 12:00 OS grid time – startet ab 21:00 Uhr EU
Live in the mix : DJ TOMI & DJ CRAZY
Back in Time 80´s 90´s and 2000´s
Adults Only! Nur Erwachsene !
Taxi: hg.osgrid.org:80:FLORES SeaVibes
░░▒▓◙█◙█◙ CC-CLUB ◙█◙█◙▓▒░░
| | Crazyposeidon: Heli to the Party : hg.osgrid.org:80:FLORES SeaVibes 1 month ago |
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✨ VILLAGE OF ART — GRAND OPENING ✨
Step into a world where creativity meets soul! Join us for a special celebration as we open our doors to 4 Brand New Exhibitions, accompanied by amazing live music to set the mood. 🌙💫
🗓️ When: Wednesday, 26 August 2026
🕛 Time: Noon Grid Time (21:00 CEST / Europe)
📍 Location: sun.cozycomforts.net:8002:Village of Art
✨ Event Highlights:
🎨 4 Exclusive Exhibitions
Explore 4 distinct galleries featuring 12 unique artworks each. Designed for collecting, printing, or simply soaking in the visual inspiration!
🎵 Live Music by Tommy White
Spinning smooth 80s & 90s Vibes to keep the party flowing while you mingle and enjoy the art.
🎁 Extras & Keepsakes
Postcards available on Etsy ✉️
Complete Series available via PDF download 📑
Bring your friends, enjoy the music, and share the inspiration with us. See you there! 🧡✨
✨ VILLAGE OF ART — GRAND OPENING ✨
Step into a world where creativity meets soul! Join us for a special celebration as we open our doors to 4 Brand New Exhibitions, accompanied by amazing live music to set the mood. 🌙💫
🗓️ When: Wednesday, 26 August 2026
🕛 Time: Noon Grid Time (21:00 CEST / Europe)
📍 Location: sun.cozycomforts.net:8002:Village of Art
✨ Event Highlights:
🎨 4 Exclusive Exhibitions
Explore 4 distinct galleries featuring 12 unique artworks each. Designed for collecting, printing, or simply soaking in the visual inspiration!
🎵 Live Music by Tommy White
Spinning smooth 80s & 90s Vibes to keep the party flowing while you mingle and enjoy the art.
🎁 Extras & Keepsakes
Postcards available on Etsy ✉️
Complete Series available via PDF download 📑
Bring your friends, enjoy the music, and share the inspiration with us. See you there! 🧡✨
Archivzwecke - das war das letzte der Serie. Da ich manchmal fast soviel Zeit in die Erstellung eines neuen Posters investiert habe, wie das Set an sich überhaupt gedauert hat, wollte ich hier die Bilderserie mit dem Abschlussposter vollenden.
Summer draws near its end but the beat goes on!
Join us at ZEE for fabulous EDM - Ibiza style.
hop://hg.osgrid.org:80/Misty%20Isles/533/893/23
| | Hicks: still 40 minute for join :p 1 month ago |
Cow Abduction Scene. UFO moves and abducts the cow. full perm~have fun
hop://hg.holoneon.com:80/Holoneon%20Welcome/143/115/28
For two decades, has been lighting up the metaverse with electrifying live mixes. Known for her Hercules‑driven setup and her unmistakable blend of electro, trance, and EDM, she brings raw passion to every track she drops.
At 4am - 6am SLT (12pm - 2pm UK)
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/34...
At 4am - 6am SLT (12pm - 2pm UK)
hop://alternatemetaverse.com:8002/Alternate%20Metaverse/34...
| | Bonnie Clearry DJ kAyeLE : verry thank you ♥ a like my foto haha yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa 1 month ago |
🚨 RIGHT NOW until 6:00 PM! 🚨
Are you still standing around staring at your inventory? Those pixels aren't going to party themselves! 😂
Grab your mates... or come adopt some new ones! Around here, strangers only stay strangers for about 30 seconds before someone hands them a drink and drags them onto the dance floor. 😜
👙 Swimwear is recommended... but let's be honest... this is Sexy Naked Beach, and we all know some people treat "recommended" as a hilarious suggestion. 🤣🙈
🌞 Sunshine, music, laughs, dancing, questionable decisions, and enough chaos to keep the Lindens scratching their heads!
📍 Taxi: mk3.org:5002:Sexy Naked Beach
Come for five minutes... leave four hours later wondering where your shoes, towel, and dignity disappeared to! 😂🍹🎉
Are you still standing around staring at your inventory? Those pixels aren't going to party themselves! 😂
Grab your mates... or come adopt some new ones! Around here, strangers only stay strangers for about 30 seconds before someone hands them a drink and drags them onto the dance floor. 😜
👙 Swimwear is recommended... but let's be honest... this is Sexy Naked Beach, and we all know some people treat "recommended" as a hilarious suggestion. 🤣🙈
🌞 Sunshine, music, laughs, dancing, questionable decisions, and enough chaos to keep the Lindens scratching their heads!
📍 Taxi: mk3.org:5002:Sexy Naked Beach
Come for five minutes... leave four hours later wondering where your shoes, towel, and dignity disappeared to! 😂🍹🎉
TGIF.. from 2pm to 4pm come join us for the Best 70\s and 80's disco
come have some fun and chat :)
Gridtalkparty am 18.08.2026
💜Ich bedanke mich für den wundervollen Abend.💜
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Gridtalk Party on August 18, 2026
💜Thank you for the wonderful evening.💜
💜Ich bedanke mich für den wundervollen Abend.💜
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Gridtalk Party on August 18, 2026
💜Thank you for the wonderful evening.💜
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It's a very, very odd space. You log into already having like 10 plus people on your friends list... none of them you know. All of them work for the grid. All most of the items you can buy are freebie...
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The only Current Marketplace for Oars That use the DTL/NSL money server with Podex.. Instant Transfers of both Currency and The Item. Free Oars and Textures as well!
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