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The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

Maybe someone will still believe Horton and still be on his side?

Glases, herbs and one by one shoured swears..that's how Jakov has been spending the day at the spirit table, trying to invoke another departed. “Ruf, you should know where hi's soul!” displeasedly shouts Yakov, throwing books out of table. The girl's spirit wasn't in the least encouraging. “I don’t know, Jakov, I don’t know! I don't see him after a death! ” she fold her arms over the chest. “ I'm just as worried as you are... Where can he be? ” Meanwhile, a ginger cat is simply wagging

King in Yellow splits himself into small pieces, trying to get rid of infection, but it doesn't seem to go away. And the more pieces he loses... the stronger it becomes.

The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.