Dima Link

  My little brother and I are playing Terraria! It’s the most playable game I’ve picked up in years. And I’m playing it with my brother—online! We run around, laugh, and build houses. We dive into dungeons and complete events. It’s such a cool sandbox game—just digging around in the sand. We’ve hit the 50-hour mark, then 55, and now we’re up to 60 hours of playtime. That’s a record for me.

  Summer is over, but life at the countryside goes on. September is drawing to a close, too—this is the last weekend of the month. We got lucky with the weather—really lucky, actually. It was warm; for part of the day, I could even run around in shorts. But only for part of the day; it did get colder later on. The sky looked just like summer, and it was sunny. Clouds did cover the whole sky eventually, but that was later; the morning was excellent.

  80s pop-rock—straight from the heart of the era, 1985. This is the song that introduced me to the band. At the center of it all are two sisters: one sings, the other plays electric guitar. It’s excellent, straightforward rock with a dramatic delivery. The electric guitar is the key instrument, with a strong emphasis on the rhythm section—something I’m a huge fan of.

  The "mini-websites" project continues, with two new sites added to the collection: Wizardry – sorcery and my New Year’s tree site. The first is dedicated to the Wizardry computer RPG series, covering everything from the very beginning up to the eighth installment—sharing memories, impressions, and expectations. The second is a festive site designed to bring a daily dose of New Year’s cheer. It feels new every day when you have a small, glowing tree on display. The holiday is just around the corner! Everything is bright—like frost, like winter. A bright winter day. And a celebration—just like a bright day.

  The ranger moves through the forest. Like the leaves. Like the rustle of leaves. Or a leaf falling to the ground. And then he stops. Amidst the dense greenery of the plants. Surrounded by foliage. The ranger in green stands there. He is poised like a cat, as if he has spotted or heard something. All around lies an ordinary forest—yet so green, so colorful, so magical.

  I’m back at the countryside. It’s September now—a personal record for me; I’ve become a bit more adventurous. The weather was a real treat this time, too. It was actually a very warm day for late September—warm enough to run around in shorts, though I was wearing a sweater and sweatpants. Still, it gets cold faster these days; by six in the evening, it’s already dark and noticeably chilly.