Quote #4
This website showcases the work in progress on the Miga's Secret project. Miga’s Secret is an illustrated an animated nursery rhyme, accessible through a set of seven concertina picture books and an interactive mobile application. The idea and project is initiated by Art Director and Motion Designer Monika Rohner.
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2012-06-29
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Inspiration, Quote
Quote #4
This is a quote from Tad Williams‘ amazing Otherland saga.
Here the full paragraph where Renie and !Xabbu find each other again in the huge universe of the operating system they’re lost in:
!Xabbu?
From the other side of the universe, still, small: Renie…?
Impossible. Impossilble! !Xabbu! Jesus Mercy, is that you?
And suddenly diminishment was not a blessing but a horror. Suddenly she wanted back all she had lost even though she knew it must be too late. She was almost gone, reduced to essences and drawn apart into the cloudy impermanence of the sea of stars.
No, she thought. He’s out there, somehow. He’s out there! She fought, but she scarcely felt real – there was no leverage, nothing to push against. !Xabbu! I’m drowning!
Renie. He was faint, only a voice and barely that. Reach for me.
Where are you?
Beside you. Always beside you.
And she opened herself and felt him there just as he had said, a presence as vague and dispersed as her own but right beside her, as if they were two galaxies rolling down the long night-tides of the universe to meet and pass through each other like ghosts.
I feel you, she said. Don’t leave me.
Don’t leave me, he might have echoed her, or Believe me.
She believed. She reached for him and willed the string to unbreak.
Touch, she said. I touch.
I feel.
And then they met and embraced – light-years wide but close as the ebb and flow of a single heartbeat, two matrices of naked thought drawn together in the darkness and held tight by the infinite compression of love.
