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For a long time, the heavens gave light to the stars, which have now faded away, like the last sighs of ancient constellations. Surrounded by the darkness of the night, a lonely traveler walks along forgotten paths where the stars used to have fun.

Devon is a demon who believes only in human sinfulness. Christopher is a guy whose life has long lost meaning. Having met the demon in the library at night, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to make a deal with the demon. Devon didn’t think that for the first time he would give up a human soul... But what is it? Curiosity? The desire to prove that he is right? “So, Mr. Demon, don't you want to take my soul?” A story where black and white makes no sense.

We were doing silly things, Drinking the remnants of wisdom with tea.

in this day.

In a world where the lines of reality and dreams are intertwined, there is a rookery of sadness, monotony and tarnished colors. The story about him resembles clouds floating across the sky in silence.

A special rose bloomed in the depths of the scarlet gardens. Her beautiful petals, like silk handkerchiefs, framed every look with sophistication. But the beauty of this rose hid a tragic story that tells why it's easier to be a bad person.

Plunging into the depths of my soul, I discovered that we, like stars in the sky, are born in different places and times. Despite this, we all strive to be equal – equal pieces of this great puzzle called life.

In the city of piles and faceless facades, where everyone has long sold his soul to the devil under an easily recognizable brand, there lived an unusually handsome guy named Avalanche. He was of divine origin, his hair burned like gold at sunset, and his eyes were transparent, like dew drops on a daisy petal. Avalanche was a bright torch in the gloomy darkness of consumer society.

The whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency.

Fragments of sadness lay on the shore of the boundless ocean. The grains of sand that had once been part of the whole were now lost in the eternal flight of the surf. The sun has just set below the horizon, shrouding the entire expanse of the sky with dark clouds. Somewhere in the distance, a melancholic melody sounded, emphasizing the serenity and loneliness of this place.

Once, on the shore of a picturesque lake, there was a small house. This house seemed to be a bridge between two worlds – a world of peace and quiet, and a world of incomprehensible sadness.

Autumn weekdays are like a dance of leaves in the wind - every day a new performance of a magnificent ballet, in which penetrating sadness is intertwined with unique beauty.

Vlad is a typical name of a loser who just wants to become a champion. This story tells about a guy who becomes a void for other people, trying to find his happiness. Unpleasant situations haunt him, and even competitors do not recognize the efforts and diligence of a young athlete. This story is about a boy who has known grief and hatred, but at the same time was able to prove that he can do a lot.

In a quiet corner of the world, where feelings and emotions are born, a small flower blooms. He, like a newspaper in the morning, continues to open and open, like a bunch of grapes descending from a vine. The flowers are full of bright colors, like a carnival parade, which is carefully decorated with neon lights and a light mist gently wrapping their petals.

Silence closed in deep caves, like a treasure shrouded in darkness and riddles. When I went down into the bowels of the earth, my heart sank from the feeling of the mystery of this place. Facing the damp walls of the cave, it was as if I had entered another world, where the blinding beauty of complete silence had taken refuge.

In a quiet village, far from noisy cities and the passing of time, an old Castle rested. In one of its dark corners lived Death — a mysterious and mysterious entity, the personification of the end of life.

In the sky, a bizarre weather vane, like a grotesque carousel, was spinning, spreading its wings with the wind and shining with the colors of the rainbow. Then golden-yellow, then bright red - they captivated the eye and mysteriously melted, like fleeting emotions on people's faces.

An ordinary thief with a terrible secret, dreaming of escaping from the slums of the capital to the northern lands. A friend trapped in a cage of someone else's consciousness. A guy who has lost everything except dreams of killing his own comrade. A young enthusiast striving to bring the scales of justice into balance. And these four are capable of changing the course of history in their state or destroying millions of worlds.

By the will of sugar swans, barely noticeable fish of delirium fever lock people in concrete walls.

In the fading light of autumn twilight, when the last rays of the sun penetrated through the shimmering foliage, I was crossing a slippery bridge, an unusual landscape appeared before me. The forest seemed to call me into its universe so beautiful, as if magic was in the air.