I met a traveler, the spirit of the depths,
on a journey through an antique land —
all rough with sharp spikes and skulls but none the coarser,
wearing a welder's mask to shield from the white heat
of forging patchwork armor.
With a whir of inner clockwork, a voice rang out:
"I search this labyrinth to assemble understanding,
fortifying against the catacombs' perils"
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Night pirate
Welder's mask while forging protective and whimsical, very individual armor
Armor looks like a patchwork quilt
The welding also makes me think of the dickinson poem - forging that armor
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? —
Then crouch within the door —
Red — is the Fire's common tint —
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame's conditions,
It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unanointed Blaze.
Least Village has its Blacksmith
Whose Anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs — within —
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge —
Context //
As before, they wear protective and whimsical, very individual armor. These are usually more elegant and not nearly as deterrent as their predecessors, but there are still some that are decorated with frightening bones, for example. However, these Librinauts are by no means coarser than those in more elegant armor.
notes-
Being well armored enough on dangerous search for knowledge s
Particularly facing danger so others can access knowledge
Looks kinda anonymous btu very self driven adventurous and risk taking
what you read is
The antiquarian adventurer sets off, decorated in a patchwork of sharp spikes and skulls, on his maniacal quest through. A loner in the labyrinthine libraries.
i met a traveller from the labyrinthes
(outside) patchwork of sharp spikes and truth
(inside) clockwork unseen forged by flame
i asked for a story ...
charred - sharp
I met a traveller from an antique land
a welder's mask for forging patchwork armor
all rough with sharp spikes and truth
(all rough with sharp spikes and skulls)
I met a traveler on a search for truth
Adventuring through an antique land
He told me that such a search is not for the fainthearted
It demands your fearlessness, your intelligence, your whimsy,
welded and woven together in a patchwork of sharp spikes and skulls
But it is worth facing danger
For others to access knowledge
i met a traveller from the labyrinths,
with patchwork of sharp spikes and skulls
and clockwork unseen forged by flame.
search those catacombs to assemble understanding
protected from.... (fainthearted? fearless)
I met a traveller down there, the spirit of the depths
on a journey through an antique land
his welder's mask shields from the white heat
as whimsical armor is forged
all rough with sharp spikes and truth but none the coarser
he sets off, elegant
what we find down there we weave into patchwork armor, assembled understanding
patchwork outside, clockwork inside
whirring
gleaming
til the designated light repudiate the forge
I met a mechanical traveler on a search for understanding.
She was armoured head to toe, by a welded patchwork of sharp spikes and skulls
I asked her why she wore such armour. She said "To shield my inner clockwork,
forged by flame, from the enemy creatures in the catacombs"
I asked her why she faces such danger
She told me that "knowledge protects all,
and so all must protect knowledge."
1. I met a traveler
2. With a welder's mask for forgin
3. patchwork armor, assembled understanding, sharp spikes, none the coarser
4. protecting inner clockwork, golden compass
5. srjhtsfgdfghdrt
i met a traveler down there, the spirit of the depths
on a journey through an antique land
she was all rough with sharp spikes and skulls but none the coarser
how did she forge her patchwork armor?
"as my welder's mask shields from the white heat,
my clockwork assembles understanding from labyrinthine knowledge."
[welding our patchwork nature],
she protects all who search the catacombs.
I met a traveler, the spirit of the depths,
on a journey through an antique land —
all rough with sharp spikes and skulls but none the coarser,
wearing a welder's mask to shield from the white heat
of forging patchwork armor.
With a whir of inner clockwork, I then heard
"I weave this whimsical coat to shield from the creatures in the catacombs
As I traverse the labyrinths, assembling understanding"
(Possible alternative- In a whir of inner clockwork, a voice came:)
"I search this labyrinth to assemble understanding,
which protects from the catacombs' perils"
my armor which protects from the catacombs' perils"
the patchwork protects from the catacombs' perils"
I met a traveler, the spirit of the depths,
on a journey through an antique land —
all rough with sharp spikes and skulls but none the coarser,
wearing a welder's mask to shield from the white heat.
In a whir of inner clockwork, a voice came:
"I search this labyrinth to assemble understanding,
forging patchwork armor against the catacombs' perils"
I met a traveler, the spirit of the depths,
on a journey through an antique land —
all rough with sharp spikes and skulls but none the coarser,
wearing a welder's mask to shield from the white heat
of forging patchwork armor.
With a whir of inner clockwork, a voice rang out:
"I search this labyrinth to assemble understanding,
fortifying against the catacombs' perils"