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May 2024

Pastures beyond the Jagludzha Ridge, Rustavi, Georgia

May 2024

The green chaos hidden in the bushes.

Зелёный хаос, скрытый в кустарниках.

June 2024

July 2024

I can't stop looking the water in the fountains against the background of the lapis lazuli mosaic.💙🩵💙 This is my little platitude!😄

Не могу перестать любоваться водой в фонтанах на фоне лазуревой мозаики.💙🩵💙 Это моя маленькая банальность!😄

This was honestly the best thing to wake up to this morning before work, I almost cried😭♥️

Me:

Godzilla's Yggdrasil

At one point in the first Trees of Life came where humanity took a turn to desolate the natural balance of humans and nature. This seed fell from the True Yggdrasil when man created the atomic bomb, from the sprout came a world taking a darker root from the Bomb. The creation of what is now a God, Godzilla.

A lost link from a time lost, a creature of pure violence, nuclear destruction, and a great example of the consequences of the progression of the weapons of humanity.

But as this sprout grew and changed, so did Godzilla. From a being of relentless slaughter to a savior, a father, a King. The term King was what attached to this nuclear beast the most, “King of the Monsters”. Then the sprout grew into a baby tree, with different worlds with different Godzillas with different powers, sizes, even identities and origins yet still kept that Title “King of the Monsters”. Then as all trees, it grew to full size with huge branches of different worlds into the branches of this Yggdrasil in worlds without Godzilla yet either related or inspired by the very roots that Godzilla stretched out, some the least related yet in some shape or form ascended from the trunk of the tree.

But this is not meant to be a happy tale, for it is the same tale from the scribes, preachers, priests, Mothers , Fathers , and bishops from all the branches on Yggdrasil. Where more countless deaths accrued from the natural bindings of our new world than any of the Gods can muster. When Time was certain to be straight, Space itself was infinite, and Reality seemed to have one rule. The Great Age of Judgement.

Yet to our Time. After the Great Age of Judgement, when the Gods griped against the collapse of Time, Space, and Reality to form our World. It wasn’t a distant time, but distant enough from almost a century. Ruin was all that remained, the great battles of Gods and Demons had ended for now. Humanity and other races.

We begin with a bounty hunter, a Human male with a thin, cold, steel metal lower body out in the ruins of the City once called New York. The Islands were decimated by battles of the Gods, Jaguars; giant machines with a dual person pilot system that fought false gods, and demons that once dwelled in between dimensions. Over in the distance, was the torn statue once called the Statue of Liberty. The Head was torn clean off, though the Head now was pulled into Rebirthed New York for one of many monuments of the Prince. One of the Greater Titans.

The Bounty Hunter wore his usual black and red camouflage, his mask from thin, odd, shaped skulls , but what he wore more prouder, dedicated, and more faithfully was his amulet to the God Perseus around his neck. Its almost perfect imitation of the Godzilla’s foot, with its radium, green, glow nearly shining off against the sun. On the shore of the city, the bounty hunter noticed another man, another human. This human wore a mixture of black kevlar and sorta knight armor.

“A Soldier.” The Bounty Hunter thought calmy, noticing the man bowing to the shore and dipping his whole hands in prayer. The Bounty Hunter casually walked down to the shore, his legs smashing both green and ruble beneath him. Though the soldier’s complete attention seemed to be lost in prayer, the bounty hunter knew there was no surviving the wastelands without great awareness of his surroundings, rather the bounty hunter headed a short distance away from the soldier to ensure he wasn’t a threat.

Instead the Bounty Hunter in a way joined in prayer, pulling up his long sleeves before dipping his whole hands in the sea praying before his own pathon. “ Praise Brother.” The Bounty Hunter turned towards the soldier, finishing his prayers on his steel shoulder pads painted a glowing pink the sigil of the God Heraclues.

“Praise.” The Bounty Hunter returned standing up. “You a scavenger?” The Soldier approached casually to the bounty hunter, his face obscured by his black helmet covering his face. “Bounty Hunter, my quarrel lies within these outskirts. I just came to pray on the way there.” The Soldier gave a slight scoff of disgust till noticing the amulet of Perseus. “Wait.” The Soldier chuckled. “How would a Bounty Hunter praise Persues?”

The Bounty Hunter strangely despite sounding like in his 50’s he replied with optisium for a Bounty Hunter. “Well the thing is, Perseus isn’t just my Pathon. You could say in a way he was Family before his rise to Godhood.” The Soldier intrigued sat on a large flat bit of rubble.

“Is that so?” “Yes, Before I was convinced my Father and Mother had worked together to study Perseus when he was but an animal. But both my Mother and Father had different intentions, my Father was what you call in your age a Tech Preacher. But my Mother was part of an old world group in case somehow Perseus went as destructive as Our Lord and Destroyer Lucifer to Kill Perseus.” The Soldier's face turned red for a moment, as anger for a split second to think such a job to contain one of the Great Godzillas and to kill him was the work of near Blasphemy to attempt such a feat.

With a more calm demeanor the Soldier chuckled. “To think she thought a mere mortal to kill a God. But I understand that your Mother and Father are in some way family. But may I ask out of curiosity who is your quarrel?” The Bounty Hunter gave a small chuckle.

“Depends on your rank. Confidential.” Though the Soldier's face was completely covered, the Bounty Hunter could see the big man’s eyebrows shot up. “We are employing Bounty Hunters now?” Again the Bounty Hunter chuckled. “I’m not just a Bounty Hunter Enfant. You may have heard of my great Hunts in the Remnants of Hong Kong. The Orange Desserts, and who would forget the Man who killed the Xillian Revolt leader hiding in the Realm of the Prince.”

The Soldier with a huge gasp shouted. “You're The NanoBowmen!!! The Oldest And one of the Most skilled Hunters in the Realms!!” “Like I said.” The Bounty Hunter chuckled. “They wouldn’t just send any Bounty Hunter.”

“But I’m always glad most of my hunts reach even the warriors of Hercules.” “I must go now, my quarry isn’t getting older and I’m not even getting younger.” The bounty hunter waved off. “Good Hunting Hunter.” “ Bonne chance, idiot sans cervelle.”

The Soldier waved back, the Bounty hunter climbed up mountains of buildings, rummaged around lifeless, subway tunnels, that when the Bounty Hunter froze.

He could hear the soft chittering as he entered a near lightless subway tunnel, the hunter kept still as the chittering grew closer.

Slowly the Bounty Hunter reached for a small lever on his mask as the chittering came closer, his sweat glands clamped shut, his heart steady, and his breath faint. He knew what was hiding in the dark, all he had to do was bring them to the light with that lever.

The moment he pulled it down, he could already feel the creature’s breath flushing in his face.

Small red lenses slide over the Bounty Hunter’s brown eyes, and in front was massive, hairless, eyeless beast walking fours with huge claws reverting behind its hands that could rip apart tank armor, teeth that could rend his flesh and bones in an instant. But the creature was blind, its armored scales unfolded revealing the sensitive pink fleshy ear holes on the opposite sides of the beast’s head.

It knew the man was there, the Monster could hear the sounds of his heartbeat, his shallow breath, the hunter’s existence was there to the creature but it was not 100% confirmation. The Beast wasn’t hunting the Hunter, human flesh was not its food source.

The Bounty Hunter never broke a sweat as the Creature investigated the area, he gently raised his hand onto the Monster’s body. Calmly the Bounty hunter gently scratched the neck of the Beast, with such heightened senses, the alien animal began to let out a strange humming. “Aww.” The Bounty Hunter thought as the seemingly brutal monster turned into a giant gentle puppy as it fell on its back, not wasting the opportunity the Bounty Hunter leapt on the alien and scratched its exposed scaly armor.

“Nothing but a lost, sad, hungry puppy lost in another realm.”

The Bounty Hunter released the creature as it stood back up and rushed back into the concrete jungle he came from. The Bowman then heard squeaking deeper in the tunnels, what was interesting the Beast never returned to rush in blood-curdling charge it chose to ignore it-unless.

Carefully the Hunter watched his steps in the ruble, after reaching where the source of squeaking was. In awe, the old man reached a small chamber where he saw something only heard in bars and rumors. A nest and a mother, the mother was of the same species as her mate that left.

Looking at his surroundings to ensure neither to agro the mother or her mate with a rogue stone or glass bottle, seeing the tiny defenseless , pink, fleshly babies almost like worms with round heads. The children were hungry and most likely the mother too, if the father couldn’t find Fae. The Bounty Hunter left still watching his step even no matter how far he seemed from the nest.

Night came, but the Bounty Hunter had no time to rest. His quarry wasn’t far as the moon split perfectly in two and shone up the Ruined City. In the distant the Hunter could hear chanting as he climbed up a building that seemed half intact, his hands turned from a light brown to a silver metal gray once his palms and fingers touched the building, turning whatever he climbed on into a metallic substance.

As he climbed higher and higher, the hunter could feel his loss of control over the metal inside his flesh. It was nothing compared to most times where half his body turned to solid nanometal The Bounty Hunter made it to the rooftop, and rested. The nanometal in his hands kept fading and returning so he needed a break, but on the other side of the building he could hear the chanting louder, maybe hundreds saying. “Praise To The King!!! Praise to The Emperor of the Realms!!! Praise The Many Three Headed Lords!! Praise The Golden Dragon of Purity!! Praise Be King Ghidorah!! The True Gods!!!” The Chanting went on for hours, to pass time to counter the Pagans chanting, the Bounty Hunt found a puddle or rainwater and dipped his hands inside praying faithfully with the glowing pendant of Perseus.

“My Lord Perseus.” The Bounty Hunter imagined a giant reptilian titian standing in front of him, as if it was listening to the old man’s prayer. “I may be under-numbered or outnumbered, even for such a tedious mission I keep faith, love, and respect for you. For Father and Dear Mother you once protected, I pray for strength, swiftness, and the day I bow before you oh selfless Lord of Godzillas in payment for your kindness and love for my Mom And Pa .” After his prayer, suddenly his pendent glowed bright green.

The Bounty Hunter gasped in delight, his prayer must have been heard somehow. He then carefully looked over the otherside of the roof seeing a huge gathering in the hundreds chanting wearing yellow or golden robes, their faces hidden by masks of a golden dragon wearing massive weights around their waists as a demented form of repentance through pain.

They sat on their knees and held the huge weights, groaning and grunting in exhaustion unlike the Bounty Hunter’s prayer through water they prayed through gravity as the element of one of the Dark Titans Ghidorah. The Chants evolved.

“Perish to the Warriors of Jaguars, Perish to the Martyr priests and priestesses of Mothra!! Perish to the Soldiers of Ultraman!! Perish to the Guardsmen of Gamera!! Perish to the Great Titans!!!” The Chanting then stopped a moment later, and arisn from the ruins below was a man wearing robes of solid gold. The man was huge and muscular enough to not become restrained unlike the others below, his face too was covered by a golden dragon mask but it looked more lively as if it was his own head.

To the Bounty Hunter it was no surprise, it was a magical artifact linked between the wearer and one of the heads from the Dark Titian King Ghidorah himself seeing through two sets of eyes. Behind him were two legless, faceless drones from the man’s mask hovering behind. “Brothers and sisters!!” He called out towards the silent masses. “The Great Lord Apohsis, The Ghidorah God of Space, Time, and the Absolute Void gave me a vision. A Vision, to at last summon Ghidorah to this Realm!!” The Crowd shouted in cheers before without a notion, suddenly went silent.

“In this very Realm, I was shown the Republic of Reborn New York. The military there has stolen what is rightfully ours. The Speaker Head!!” The Bounty Hunter chuckled. “Guess that’s why the Military sent to me, those Soldiers of Loki want to humiliate this guy with the Speaker Head of Ghidorah. Better wait this-.” The Next second, due to either the un kept maintenance of the building or the destruction it collapsed down sending the Bounty hunter falling off the ruins.

And all he saw was darkness, the next thing he knew. He could see the cult, dragging him slowly, he could hear the chains from their weights. He must of bumped his head on something from the fall; he could see the Cult leader pulling out a gold, makeshift, dagger as he was brought forth.

His vision became clear as suddenly the ground quaked. As the Bounty Hunter was prompt next to the Cult Leader, the earth shook harder as the other cultists nearly lost balance. Then, the Bounty Hunter’s prayer was heard. A huge green blast erupted from the rubble sending cultists flying to their deaths from either the blast itself or stabbed or crushed by the destructruction.

Massive pairs of claws mixed with clouds of dust, searing and ripping through the cover. With the chance the Bounty Hunter from his palms spawned a metal bow and arrow quickly turning towards the Cult leader as he was distracted by the destruction. He then shot the Fanatic leader in the shoulder, causing the nanometal to expand into an indestructible cocoon except the Mask of Ghidorah, still gold and untouched.

The Drones began to emit gold bolts around their bodies, without hesitation the Bowman manipulated with sheer will the bow into huge claws ripping to the drone closest to him.

A huge roar echoed from the clouds of dust as the surviving cultists fled in terror unbinding themselves of their weights and disappeared into the concrete wastes. The remaining drone fired a yellow bolt, but thankfully with his cybernetic legs, the Bounty Hunter dodged with ease sliding under the bolt of gravity before impaling the drone in the chest with his nanometal claws and used the other set to decaptatie it.

Once the silence emerged, the Bounty hunter alone stood or so he thought. It felt like an icicle was driven down his spine as he could hear stomping approaching him. Slowly he turned around, his steel knees shaking from each approaching massive step. And at last, he saw him after so long of waiting. The Selfless Titian Godzilla Perseus.

The God was small then most of himselves, his head face was long like an iguana’s, scales a grayish black, his body hunched as he looked down at the Bounty Hunter with his glowing green eyes, a bit of flesh dangled under his chin, and razor sharp dorsal plates on his back were like blades.

The Bounty Hunter at long last got on his hands and knees, bowing before Persues. “Thank My Lord, for assisting me.” The giant God Lizard leaned in closer sniffing the Bounty Hunter and growled with almost absolute recognition, the Old man replied as if the creature asked him a demanding question. “My Father and Mother were with you before your ascension, My Lord.” He stuttered with glee looking up at the large Mutant God. “ Mortal names mean little to your kind, but my Mother ensured you not be a beast and my Father worked with ancient tech, I barely remember him.”

Then Perseus leaned in closer, the smell of his breath was rancid and tasted of death, but the Bounty Hunter never flinched. Perseus, slightly opened his jaws before giving the excited old man a lick. A Blessing!! The old Man Internally shrieked as Perseus tunneled deep inside and a scale fell off his body about the size of a dry board, falling to the ground.

Persues may have no mortal language but, somehow the Bounty Hunter heard a command from the dropping of this scale.

Now, where to start? Which book of this time should I cover, most are explained by the Priests and Preachers of their Pantheons than the whole story. So, Should I decide if you can tell me where to start? When the First of Titans pass from one to the other, The Journey of the Prince to become by blood, heart, and Spirit the Son of All the Godzillas? Or the Human or near human forms of the Titans, Mothra, Anguerious, Mechagodzilla, Gigian, Hedorah, and the King of the Monsters themselves all of the Spiritual descendants of Chronos, the first Godzills inside human form.

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🔇Want to know the most hilarious thing that happened to me today? I got an ad for the new Quiet Place movie while watching a Athf episode that was parodying A Quiet Place.🔇

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