Dima Link

  The most important task right now—truly the priority—is to finish building this tower. It isn’t quite complete yet. Perhaps I should also construct an underground passage? But that would be a long, arduous undertaking. I’d have to wield the pickaxe myself, carving a tunnel through the earth, then lining it with stone. Good heavens, what a massive amount of work that would be!

  A black earthen path—so soft, the kind of soil that’s perfect for plants to grow in after a rain. And a dark forest, with deep green trees stretching high up toward the sky—a sky that looked just as black, or perhaps as dark green, as the branches themselves.

  My latest discovery online is the band Negative. They play excellent rock music, reminiscent of HIM, and their music videos are exceptionally well-produced—truly cinematic, the kind you’ve always dreamed of seeing. It’s music for a time before your soul has fallen apart, while you’re still on your way to paradise. The band sings about tears and the city, tinged with a touch of melancholy about life, yet the sound remains energetic and, in its own way, positive. The easiest comparison is to the band HIM.

  I love fairy tales. And fantasy. Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite stories. I’ve already written my own version, titled Alice in the Park. It’s structured like an "endless story," composed of individual, self-contained episodes. Alice walks through a park, encountering something new each time. Now, I want to turn this into a story-based project using Visual Basic.

  Here is the plan: construct four towers, each topped with a magic orb—a glowing red sphere, to be precise—placed upon a pedestal. Inside each orb, a mysterious mist swirls. They are beautiful, magical, and quite heavy. By using these orbs in conjunction with a specific incantation, the necromancer intends to project a beam that connects all four towers. It’s a logical puzzle: how should these beams be aligned? In what sequence should the towers be linked?

  It was a dense forest—so dense that it remained dark even during the day. Alice was struck by this shift in the forest’s mood—and in her own. The woods were both fairytale-like and dark. Everything here was shrouded in shadow, and everything was green—as if it were all a dream about a forest. “What a forest!” Alice thought, and nearly said it out loud—though it wouldn’t have mattered, as there was no one else around.