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The ArchiveOld ambered men,rotting in vanilla,are bounded togetherand numberedin open coffins.And a mist of dustprotrudes throughtheir wooden prison;conspiring with theever tempting darkshining from above.White paper roses budbelow ladders that endwhere shadows begin;there silk webs spreadover this waste of headsthat thrust upwardstowards the bars.
Ib ver 1.05!!(NEW UPDATE)Hey,this is LauwLin [New][New][New][New]And Kouri update Ib again! [La la la la]Download link : http://vgperson.com/games/ib.htmChanges(source http://kynteism.blogspot.com/2013/04/ib-105-new-download-link.html ):- Garry won’t comment on the Liars’ Room unless you actually do it.- You can no longer save as solo Mary, since you’re locked onto an ending you can’t continue from.- When on a second playthrough, the portraits for the save files have a + in the corner. For old saves, this - will only take effect when Ib, Garry, and Mary first join (Ib “joining” when you get an ending).- The new dungeon is a little easier; there are more vases (one at the start, and a second in Abyssal Park… if Garry’s dead), and the croquis room has one less red guy and no stools to get in the way.- There are pamphlets in the true exhibition explaining New Game Plus and stuff.- The music list in the true ga
Nine Times Nine Times NinePretty boy,With golden eyes,Keeps fallen starsAnd beautiful wordsInside of glass bottles.He hangs theseLost eternities,Unmade wishes,From the ceiling, onRopesTwisted into nooses.A menagerieOf tearsMade from silver and gold,Joy and sorrow,Crowd littered corners in their jars,Gathering merciful dusts.Black cat takes a photographOf another life to live,Crossing the paths ofMortals,Adding their years to his collection.Pretty boy,With golden eyes,Sleeps near his treasuresIn shadowed,High places,Protecting his stolen ages.Decades passIn his ninety-nineGenerations;He grows youngerAnd wiserTo the greedy games of men.He ties birdsong andDecaying leavesIn between his fingersAnd pins snowflakes alongWith sweet, warm breezesTo his palms.Black catTakes ninety-nineSnapshotsOf smothered weeping,Bliss gone unsung,And captures moments(infinities)Between the points ofSewing needlesAnd the creaks in floorboards.Pretty boy,With empty eyes,Leads th