GridcosmLevel 447 of 4693
Started on Nov 21, 1999.
Completed on Nov 22, 1999.
Grid poemOne billion Chinese in outer space gold plating retrievers that barked before the official 447th annual end of it all ceremony. These 360 million some odd critters wagged their frozen sacred tails in unison and voted to post it foreplay as colored passions howled and spread like the cold wind within the Midas space in a time of ore play. Leave the balancing act behind you when you move on into a slimy, ucky, mucky, lucky, plucky place where the clock solid got old when the movement overflowed.
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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