Self portrait

 My self portrait is a short piece of writing looking at my views on my own writing, looking at what I wish to do with the worlds I have made. The text is underneath this, with a video version used as a test embed (It was a failed attempt and I ended up giving up on the idea.)

"Recently, I’ve been looking back at my past. Revisiting childhood world’s in a new lens. It’s something I’ve been doing for years, each important stage of my life. I'll revisit these places in my head and begin new adventures. Have old characters revisit their homelands, have them grow older and older. I still haven’t forgotten my childhood worlds though. 

Lands with green rolling hills, lush forests, great cities that were so technologically advanced they worked with nature. A land of elves, human knights, fairies and (of course) dragons. But as I grew older, I learnt that this world would be impossible... I changed things. Dragons were no longer the worlds biggest threat, but rather, the rulers of this land became the true enemy. 

The brave adventurers I created grew older. The noble knight growing wiser, The elven prince learning to open up to his friends, The princess, who learned to fight back, to rule with dignity and honor. And the pirate queen who learned to live a life without fear of betrayal. 

As they grew older, people around them began to die. And then I abandoned this world... But now? I wish to share this world, the tales of these adventurers... With other people. Letting them experience every twist and turn. This is my dream. "

In a rush here, the psycho holding me in this damned basement is on his way, I have about 2 minutes to tell our story. We were lured here with promises of a fantasy land. He said he could show us his plans for the future, a land without pain, a land so advanced that technology works with nature. When we accepted his proposal for a meeting, he gassed us. Threw us in this cellar in the middle of god knows where. There seems to be some kind of... Stone altar?? It started off just blank. but after what I assume was our first night. We woke up and suddenly the stones had gone. Each of us began getting taken upstairs, one by one. never coming back. I am the last left and now the Jutting stones of this altar lean against one another, forming a crude doorway. A light emanating from this swirling portal—the deep purple of a bruise—beckoning me forward despite its sinister aura. I can smell cinammon... It's oddly pleasing. I want to step through- DCODE- caesar shift- 15 backwards

backwards, roman emperor (49 BC to 44 BC), 15- Hexadecimal.

A Witches hex is the key.

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