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Even a short time spent in a forest can change you and restore your soul. Breathe it in. Dance to its subtle rhythm. Let its underlying structure reset your mind. It is where nature reigns free. Beautiful and dangerous. Nurturing and hostile. A reminder of the primordial and ever-changing game of survival.
The first time I heard the word “Id” was in one of my all-time favorite movies, “Forbidden Planet,” where the ancient, long-extinct, inhabitants of the faraway planet (the “Krell”), had developed a massive machine that could physically manifest one’s psychic energy into all kinds of wonderful things. But, when it tapped into that dark, subconscious part of our mind called the Id, the Krell machine manifested super-powerful, uncontrollable, scary monsters. Quite a cool and intriguing concept for my 13-year-old mind!
In addition to introducing me to the concept of the “Id” (and inspiring a lifelong love of science fiction), the movie also fired up another part of my brain–the libido (though I did not learn the word until much later). The barefoot, half-naked, Anne Francis, skinny-dipping in her idyllic garden, sent my young hormones raging. I thought I would have a little fun here and give a one-frame cameo to the lovely Lareina Tay. After all, if Dr. Morbius, alone on the planet for all those years with just his daughter, could manifest a living, breathing, pet tiger for her, is there any doubt that he would manifest some pets of his own?
Ava wanted to go to the carnival clothes-free and get a good look (and give everyone a good look at her!) so she found a kindly Findolopus to carry her around. Model: Ava May
Forest Garden of Magical Mushrooms. Model: Jane
In the heart of the enchanted forest, where Moon Monkey pond whispers secrets, Jane finds solace in a magical haven, where time dances amidst the trees.
A garden of whimsy and wonder unfolds, giant mushrooms, vibrant and alive, their hues painting dreams in the mist, as if whispers of forgotten tales.
Beneath their canopy, Jane sits, her presence a melody in nature’s symphony, the wispy mist caressing her cheeks, whispering tales of ancient magic.
Amidst the verdant chorus, little winged cherubs flit and play, their laughter a symphony of joy, curious eyes drawn to Jane’s serene grace.
In this enchanted embrace, where reality and fantasy intertwine, Jane finds a moment’s respite, a tranquil sanctuary in the heart of the wild.
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