A Light in the Dark

HEADLINE: A LIGHT IN THE DARK

Rumor is a powerful thing. It can get people to move, act, and stand together in times they may not normally. Dreams are equally powerful. In this case, I do not speak of the dreams that come in the night, but of ideas, hopes, and intentions. 

First, a small story. 

There are some things that merely bring a person to smile. Those are what should be cherished most. Do what you need to smile, but do not do what would cause another to lose theirs. This is a simple rule. 

Yesterday, on November 29th, I had reason to smile. From my perspective, napping in my room, I had begun to float! What fortune had fallen upon me? At first I clamped onto the light fixture for dear life, because, in the seconds after rousing, what else would one do? Then, I was there, upon the ceiling of my sanctuary, experiencing bliss. 

Surely, the world was now upside down and I was regretting all of my jokes about those from Australia falling because they were upside down. We all know how the planet works, but explain that to one who is running around on his ceiling, having a great time. It didn't matter. This was a dream! Everything about me floated so delicately, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. 

The ground rumbled and bright, near blinding light shown through the city. To my shock it was the Dome. Normally, that did not bode well, as the Dome is our primary protection from the harsh, outdoor world. Only those who have struck an accord with the outside dare venture out for long. But disaster did not come. 

No, not at all. 

After some time, the gravity returned. Thinking it was simply another odd day in our city, I moved on with my day. That is, until my partner joined me. News he gave to me brought tears to my eyes. At long last, in his hand, he held the Light of our salvation. I asked him how he had found such a miraculous gift, that is after sobbing upon him for quite some time.

To me, he explained in detail what I had missed, while happily dancing upon my ceiling. 

When the light flashed; the windmills, long known portals of elsewhere, stopped all across the city. Eventually, the door to the central windmill opened and out popped a little frozen pod that looked rather like a gum ball. There was discussion of what to do with it. Perhaps have a friendly bird hatch it? Oddly, there were no volunteers.  

After about a quarter hour, gravity returned to normal, the ground stopped shaking and the lights returned to their standard luminescence. But, there was something or rather, someone who had emerged. 

It was from the pod that had fallen out, that a man named Zig came into view. He was a rather ordinary looking man, yawning and asking for coffee. It was those who were near that were gifted so greatly by the strange, but tired, man.  To them, he offered the gift of Light. It seemed that there were far fewer people than he has assumed would be surviving, but the Light must continue. 

Please, seek out those who were at the windmill, learn the gift of magic from them. Everyone, even if you think you cannot, try, DREAM! Understand the Light for it will be our single, greatest weapon. 

Dare to dream, Convergence.

Reporter:  Alexi Alkaev

For ease of navigating the Convergence Chronicle, please click the links below to see which pages have been updated for the month of November.  Be sure to read this month's 'Conspiracy Theories' page to see an 'update?' to the sim-wide event involving DJ Slicer.  Also, check out 'Convergence Renovations' for pictures and information about some of the new places in the sim rebuild.

Happy Corner
Sleepless in Convergence
Conspiracy Theories
Convergence Renovations
Obituaries