09-24-2019, 10:15 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Allura' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .larketwo_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/Y24jrMd5/larketwo-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 3px #e0e2e6; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .larketwo_container p { margin: 0; } .larketwo_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .larketwo_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: -325px; border: solid 1px #e0e2e6; border-bottom: none; } .larketwo_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #444a4a; padding: 30px; } .larketwo_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; bottom: -25px; right: 20px; color: #c3c4c6; font: 100px 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #242924; opacity: 0.8; } .larketwo_quote { font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; color: #798482; text-align: left; font-style: italic; padding-top: 30px; padding-left: 30px; line-height: 1.3; } .larketwo_quotetwo { font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; color: #798482; text-align: right; font-style: italic; padding-right: 30px; line-height: 1.3; } </style> <center> <div class="larketwo_container"> <div class="larketwo_text"> <p class="larketwo_quote">carried by the current of the morning <br>miles below the surface of the dawn<p> <p class="larketwo_message"> Larke has never been particularly clever.
She’s never been one who spends hours on mental problems, wiling away at the possible solutions for it. So she has no immediate answer when the sphinx appears before her, roaring to life from sand. She startles a little, takes a tentative step back, her sage green eyes widening slightly with the surprise of it.
But she doesn’t run.
Because while she is not particularly brave or clever, she is also not cowardly.
Instead, he face just knits together, lips pressing into a thin line as she angles her head in thought.
“I am so sorry for disturbing you,” she offers, her voice apologetic as she looks up through the gentle waves of her forelock. “I had no idea that you were here.” Not that it matters, of course. She knows that.
But before her apology can take root, he is offering a riddle and her face knits together again.
<i>The more you take away from me, the larger I become. What am I?</i>
She shakes her head, unsure, the static in her brain filling.
Until she thinks of her brother’s mischievous play one day—the way he had dug at the earth around her. Littering the Tephran soil with pockmarks until she had finally given in and laughed along with him.
He had dug and dug at the earth—but the more he pulled out from it, the bigger each one got.
“I’m not sure, but,” her voice is uneasy as she continues, “is the answer a hole?” </p> <p class="larketwo_quotetwo">this is not the place that I was born in <br>but it doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong<p> </div> <div class="larketwo_name">larke</div> <img class="larketwo_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/sf8ywW98/larketwo.png"> </div> </center>
Alternative Answer: Ryatah. Ba dum tss.
She’s never been one who spends hours on mental problems, wiling away at the possible solutions for it. So she has no immediate answer when the sphinx appears before her, roaring to life from sand. She startles a little, takes a tentative step back, her sage green eyes widening slightly with the surprise of it.
But she doesn’t run.
Because while she is not particularly brave or clever, she is also not cowardly.
Instead, he face just knits together, lips pressing into a thin line as she angles her head in thought.
“I am so sorry for disturbing you,” she offers, her voice apologetic as she looks up through the gentle waves of her forelock. “I had no idea that you were here.” Not that it matters, of course. She knows that.
But before her apology can take root, he is offering a riddle and her face knits together again.
<i>The more you take away from me, the larger I become. What am I?</i>
She shakes her head, unsure, the static in her brain filling.
Until she thinks of her brother’s mischievous play one day—the way he had dug at the earth around her. Littering the Tephran soil with pockmarks until she had finally given in and laughed along with him.
He had dug and dug at the earth—but the more he pulled out from it, the bigger each one got.
“I’m not sure, but,” her voice is uneasy as she continues, “is the answer a hole?” </p> <p class="larketwo_quotetwo">this is not the place that I was born in <br>but it doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong<p> </div> <div class="larketwo_name">larke</div> <img class="larketwo_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/sf8ywW98/larketwo.png"> </div> </center>
Alternative Answer: Ryatah. Ba dum tss.