GridcosmLevel 27 of 4693
Created on Apr 27, 1997.
Grid poemShe would not accept a token of my affection of cloud lined buildings and silver avenues of smoke born thought. Having a fine time, wish you were here inside the secret parts of the known microcosm. Laugh into the darkness because here comes your ghost again moaning out its twice-backward refrain.
Getting aroundTo navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.
AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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