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✥ Amka's TransformationFeb. 2025[adult]

Amka's Transformation

It was supposed to be the beginning of beginnings. A new life for a new year. Good things come... and all that.Those were Amka's thoughts as she tripped through the remnants of her humble home. Everything was trashed and the smell it generated nauseated her thoroughly - through and through. Only fire can generate such a stench. It sticks to you like an invisible rash constantly inflaming your frustration over an itch you can't scratch.

There had been far too much death as of late. The past years had been extremely rough and it seemed this ever deepening groove had become a bottomless pit. The needle that recorded the episodes of her life couldn't jump its way past this trench that stood between her and the soothing melody she longed to hear.

"Another mess to clean up", she mumbled to no one. She was tired of hearing folk talk of the "climate" every time a natural disaster descended upon every living creature in its path. The disasters seemed too often to bear the mark of an unnatural force at work. The shadow creatures, "the People", that play at being gods all day and night seemed to have no love in them for anyone or anything. It was their doing and none other.

It was no use. She hadn't the energy or the strength to face it; to face the ashen brokenness that stood before her. The bones of the structure were all that remained... she felt this deeply as though it were her that had been consumed and picked at until nothing was left.

"I need to clean all this off me", she thought, "I need to breathe the salty moist air and listen in stillness to the rhythmic sounds of the waves. That's always been my tonic. The ocean. A form of baptism and exorcism by way of water and wind".

She set off at once. The mess would be a mess for a few days longer. It just didn't matter.

The forest was her heart. She knew every tree by name. Every path and stone were known to her. The unnatural disasters had severely crippled the land of the trees. Their numbers dwindling under the intensity and frequency of the strange atmospheric attacks that bore no resemblance to times past. The land they shared, creature and tree, growing smaller by the day.

Amka began her journey slowly, moving at a very steady pace. It felt good to just be moving forward with nothing in her way. Her body relishing the release of the chaotic energy that was tightly coiled around her core. However, her mind seemed to be running an entirely different race pursued by an entity she could not readily identify.

Her thoughts frantically fluttering back and forth and like a bird in a cage she pondered on her circumstances.

"The trees and those of us that live here have no defenses to hold onto our ways - our very lives.

"What happened to the rules? What happened to the real gods? Have they been captured? Tied up with magic rope and thrown into the river of no return?

"Our petitions are met with 'Gone fishin' signs, she ruefully chuckled, "Maybe the gods want us to throw our hooks into the water; do the work, be patient, still, alert, and ready for action when they bite and resurface from their watery exile. We need to help them in order to help ourselves awaken the slumbering lion that resides in all of us.

"But how?", she agonized, "How do we get to the center of it all? How do we poison the blood that feeds the beast?"

She felt trapped inside a labyrinth of dead ends. Twists and turns that led to nowhere. "I'm a rat in a maze looking for a way out. Perhaps the way out is the way in?", she opined.

As she plodded along the trail her steps bounced with intensity as determination propelled her forward. Lungs burning and muscles aching she continued as she ignored the growing pain that began to shackle her gait and slow her down. Then it happened.

The pain had released her long held grief and commanded it out into the open. Her carefully crafted shields had dropped and she felt her grief fall upon her like hail in a driving wind; stinging every nerve she had left and those she had forgotten about.

Alone, all alone, she emoted like a volcano billowing dark clouds into the atmosphere. The tears would not be held back and streamed with hot intensity down her face and into the ground where she lay until she passed out.

She awoke a short time later and felt utterly spent. She had feared this moment. "What good comes from crying?", she whispered to herself. Surprisingly, she did feel somewhat relaxed and emptied. She had shared her pain, purged it upon the Earth body inhabited by the gods of creation, and it had absorbed it, rendered it inert.

She dusted herself off and saw she was nearly at the apex of her journey. It was down hill from here on out. Her pace was quick now as she traveled through the night guided by the cold light of the moon.

She could smell the sweet scent of the salty air as it beckoned her onward. She reached the shore just as the sun was about to rise above the water. This was her favorite time of day. The colors painted in the sky spoke to her soul. It dazzled her senses like the gem stones she had found strung together by the hands of "the People" that often left the oddest things behind in the forest. An elder had told her once that it was a "necklace" from ancient days.

As the Sun came into its fullness and spread its warmth and life upon the land Amka once again felt alive and transformed. She decided that the cares of the world may touch her but they would no longer harm her; the real her that only she could see.

She was aware that others judged her as a relic, a dinosaur, trapped in the past but she knew better. She would find "the Way" to expand her life from within even as the outside world contracted - rebirth would be the inevitable result for all of creation. Destruction always precedes creation. Not even the darkness disobeys this law of the Universe. It can destroy but it can not stop the Light nor the creation that follows in its wake.

Making her way back she was now ready to face the mess and transform it as she had been transformed. Remove the clutter, the broken items, and clear the space of useless debris. She smiled and thought, "The lion has risen and will not sleep again".

Erin

Welcome to Amka's Adventures

In the most northern part of the Earth is a special place called Alyeska. The name "Alyeska" means Great Land. Alyeska is mostly flat land of low tundras, or treeless plains. Mountains rise in some places and the ground is always frozen in many areas of the plains and mountains. In the summer, when it is warmer, a thin top layer of the frozen ground thaws.

In this magical land of Alyeska lives a group of animal friends that go on all sorts of adventures together — from the shoreline of the cold northern seas, over the windy and cold tundra, through grassy wetlands created by many rivers, all the way to the forest and mountains beyond.

Of course, not many young animals would choose to go on such adventures, but there is one amongst these friends that can't help but go looking for a new adventure all the time. Her name is Amka. She is an arctic fox whose family lives on the edge of the forest, closest to the cold tundra. Alyeska is covered in snow most of the year, with only a couple of months of a bit warmer weather. But it never seems to keep Amka from her adventures whether it is the middle of winter or the warmer summer — she just can't seem to keep out of trouble.

It's a good thing that Amka has such good friends to join her as they learn about their world. Together they make a wonderful team and, though sometimes the adventures can be scary, their friendship always seems to get them back home safe.

Amka never really plans her adventures — they just seem to "happen" randomly, like the roll of dice. Ah! This is where you come in! You will roll the dice and see Amka off on her next adventure — and the one after that, and the one after that!

Get your parent's help — if you need to — to read the Instructions Page and see how you can introduce Amka to her next adventure with her friends.

You can learn about all of her friends on the Friends Page. We can't wait for you to join us on our next adventure!

How the Game Works

Special note: If you have trouble reading or understanding these instructions, please have your Mom or Dad help you!

You will be helping to create a new adventure by rolling twelve dice on the Dice Page. When you roll the dice there will appear on each dice face an icon that represents an activity, object, place or other theme in addition to pictures of Amka's friends. Each roll will result in a new, random, set of themes for the adventure.

You may roll the dice as many times as you like. When you like the result, then get your Mom or Dad to create a picture of your rolled dice. Instructions on how to do that are below. Once you have that, get their help to send it to Dahjo and Mémé. Once Dahjo and Mémé get the picture of your rolled dice, they will write a story based on your dice roll, then place it on the Story Page and let you know when it's posted. Then you can read all about the adventure you helped create for Amka and her friends!

After you read the story you helped create, you're ready to help create another adventure. Just roll the dice again, get a picture of the result and send it to Dahjo and Mémé so we can all enjoy the ongoing adventures of Amka and her friends!

The Control Buttons

At the top of the Dice Page you will see the following four buttons:

Each of them have a certain thing they do:

• The "Roll Dice" button rolls the dice. Each new roll is different, so be sure to take a picture of the roll if you want to send it before you roll again!

• The "Align Dice" button simply straightens out the dice for a better look at the dice.

• The "Reset Dice" button will reset the dice for another roll.

• The "Print Dice" button will activate your device's print function to make it easy to capture an image of the dice roll for Dahjo and Mémé.

Printing the Result

(For Mom and Dad)

It's difficult know the specifics of the device the game is played on (preferably either a tablet or laptop/desktop computer), so the following instructions are generalized.

The easiest way to capture the dice roll is to click the print icon ( ) and select "Print to PDF". This makes it easy to send the PDF to Dahjo and Mémé.

If the device is a PC/Windows, you can capture a screenshot of the page by pressing the windows button ( ) then the print screen button ( ). After the screenshot has been captured, simply open an email, put the cursor in the message field, right click and select "paste". It can be included as an attachment or inline. Full instructions can be found on WikiHow.

For instructions for Mac, things are a bit more complex and can be found on WikiHow also.

These are only some of the ways to capture an image of the dice roll — you might have other ways of accomplishing the same thing. In fact, maybe the easiest method is to take a photo with a phone and text or email it to Dahjo and Mémé 😁.

Note: This website works best on a laptop or tablet. It is not optimized for mobile phone devices.

Amka's Friends

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