A Prologue: An Old, Familiar Dream
A Prologue: An Old, Familiar Dream
Byㅤ Lt FlopsLt Flops
Published on 14 Feb 2023 18:35

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What this is

A bunch of miscellaneous CSS 'improvements' that I, CroquemboucheCroquembouche, use on a bunch of pages because I think it makes them easier to deal with.

The changes this component makes are bunch of really trivial modifications to ease the writing experience and to make documenting components/themes a bit easier (which I do a lot). It doesn't change anything about the page visually for the reader — the changes are for the writer.

I wouldn't expect translations of articles that use this component to also use this component, unless the translator likes it and would want to use it anyway.

This component probably won't conflict with other components or themes, and even if it does, it probably won't matter too much.


On any wiki:

[[include :scp-wiki:component:croqstyle]]

This component is designed to be used on other components. When using on another component, be sure to add this inside the component's [[iftags]] block, so that users of your component are not forced into also using Croqstyle.

Related components

Other personal styling components (which change just a couple things):

Personal styling themes (which are visual overhauls):

CSS changes

Reasonably-sized footnotes

Stops footnotes from being a million miles wide, so that you can actually read them.

.hovertip { max-width: 400px; }

Monospace edit/code

Makes the edit textbox monospace, and also changes all monospace text to Fira Code, the obviously superior monospace font.

@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Fira+Code:wght@400;700&display=swap');
:root { --mono-font: "Fira Code", Cousine, monospace; }
#edit-page-textarea, .code pre, .code p, .code, tt, .page-source { font-family: var(--mono-font); }
.code pre * { white-space: pre; }
.code *, .pre * { font-feature-settings: unset; }

Teletype backgrounds

Adds a light grey background to <tt> elements ({{text}}), so code snippets stand out more.

tt {
  background-color: var(--swatch-something-bhl-idk-will-fix-later, #f4f4f4);
  font-size: 85%;
  padding: 0.2em 0.4em;
  margin: 0;
  border-radius: 6px;

No more bigfaces

Stops big pictures from appearing when you hover over someone's avatar image, because they're stupid and really annoying and you can just click on them if you want to see the big version.

.avatar-hover { display: none !important; }

Breaky breaky

Any text inside a div with class nobreak has line-wrapping happen between every letter.

.nobreak { word-break: break-all; }

Code colours

Add my terminal's code colours as variables. Maybe I'll change this to a more common terminal theme like Monokai or something at some point, but for now it's just my personal theme, which is derived from Tomorrow Night Eighties.

Also, adding the .terminal class to a fake code block as [[div class="code terminal"]] gives it a sort of pseudo-terminal look with a dark background. Doesn't work with [[code]], because Wikidot inserts a bunch of syntax highlighting that you can't change yourself without a bunch of CSS. Use it for non-[[code]] code snippets only.

Quick tool to colourise a 'standard' Wikidot component usage example with the above vars: link

:root {
  --c-bg: #393939;
  --c-syntax: #e0e0e0;
  --c-comment: #999999;
  --c-error: #f2777a;
  --c-value: #f99157;
  --c-symbol: #ffcc66;
  --c-string: #99cc99;
  --c-operator: #66cccc;
  --c-builtin: #70a7df;
  --c-keyword: #cc99cc;
.terminal, .terminal > .code {
  color: var(--c-syntax);
  background: var(--c-bg);
  border: 0.4rem solid var(--c-comment);
  border-radius: 1rem;

Debug mode

Draw lines around anything inside .debug-mode. The colour of the lines is red but defers to CSS variable --debug-colour.

You can also add div.debug-info.over and div.debug-info.under inside an element to annotate the debug boxes — though you'll need to make sure to leave enough vertical space that the annotation doesn't overlap the thing above or below it.

…like this!

.debug-mode, .debug-mode *, .debug-mode *::before, .debug-mode *::after {
  outline: 1px solid var(--debug-colour, red);
  position: relative;
.debug-info {
  position: absolute;
  left: 50%;
  transform: translateX(-50%);
  font-family: 'Fira Code', monospace;
  font-size: 1rem;
  white-space: nowrap;
.debug-info.over { top: -2.5rem; }
.debug-info.under { bottom: -2.5rem; }
.debug-info p { margin: 0; }

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An Old, Familiar Dream

I can’t outright say what happened to me.

… Well, *happened to me* makes it seem like my thoughts and actions played no part, but that’s not true. Besides, it’s not like I couldn’t choose what decisions I took. No, it’s less something that *happened*, and more something that I *chose* to happen.

It’s taken the better part of six months to come to grips with my troubling new reality. Being here in the Wanderers’ Library certainly helped.

The town I left didn’t want me. The parents I left wanted someone I wasn’t. The Wanderers’ Library, on the other hand: It wants who you’re meant to become. And with a Cosmos of knowledge at its superbibliothetic tendrils, it knows how to get it.

… Where was I again?


The *how* isn’t awfully important. But most of all, it’s a blur. Let’s see if you can’t help jog my memory.


It begins with an old, familiar dream.

The dream is always the same. I move through a fog towards a faraway constellation. The fog tries its damnedest to shroud each and every light. But they persevere nonetheless, and become One.

I eventually pierce the veil. My body falls, leaf-like, into their brilliance.

None of this is painful; I feel nothing at all, save a faint thrumming sensation. I twirl along, a seed flowing freely with the winds.

Then, I settle in the ground and take root.

I drink in my surroundings. At last, they become familiar. This place, a rich clearing, finds itself surrounded on every side by a facade of fantastical trees, a thick shroud that grows thicker as they stretch along.

I bud, and I grow, but soon, the lights fade away. First, their warmth; next, the opportunity to see them at all.

The thrumming returns. It speaks to me. It has a name:

The Lost Glade.

There were lights there, once. They have since faded from common memory, as lost things are wont to do. Someone needs to revive them.

And it has to be me.

Whether I *want to* is irrelevant. Whether by day’s break, or at the witching hour, I always awaken with the memory. It brings forth an urgency. It heralds something I feel but cannot see. Whether it springs from the jolt that sends my heart thumping and my hair on end, goosebumps and all, or saturates the cold sweat that submerses my clothing — it calls in the only way it knows how.

I answer in the only way I can.

By waking to a harsh reality.

Being of no help at all.



⁕ Lampyra
The Wanderers’ Library, Springtide 2020

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