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Just a short poem about winter.

Ercastre is a free kingdom, but Ida is confident that this may soon change. Conspiracies are woven around the crown, murderers are hunting for heirs. Who would have thought that the last of them would be smart enough - or stupid? - will rush in search of the killers. Two traveling companions, an enchanted dagger, and incredible adventures ahead. A ring that grants magic for the soul; the son of a mercenary and the daughter of a leader, choosing a side of the barricade; a witch who is ready to be

A lonely vessel, forgotten and unseen. An aluminum heart, devoid of gleam, Echoes the silence of a forsaken dream. Once cradled warmth, now easy and bare,

In a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars lost their names in the bottomless darkness, lived an ordinary man named Elias. His days flowed like a stream, invisible and boundless, and the gray walls of the city stood like guardians of time. No one noticed the humble Elias until one day an unknown event soared into the sky, spreading dried-up dreams into thousands of sparks.

A long time ago, there was an old house in a corner of a small town. There was a strange woman who lived in this house. She was like a riddle shrouded in a fog of unsolved mysteries. Her name was Eliza. She was an artist and spent every day in her dark studio surrounded by canvases and paints.

In a dark corner of an old theater stood a lone puppeteer. His eyes, like two twinkling stars, sparkled in the dim light of the stage lights. Each of his dolls was a work of art created from wood and dreams. He was a master of controlling the threads of life, leading his wooden actors through the invisible drama that was happening in his imagination.

At the very top of a small hill stood an ancient swing, forgotten by time and shrouded in a blanket of soft grass. Swaying in the gentle touch of the wind, they seemed to hold memories of childhood, of a time when happiness seemed endless, and the heart was full of innocence.

Gray clouds hung heavily in the sky, as if covered with a veil of sadness. The rain whispered its quiet song, embracing the streets and alleys of the city in thin streams. Drops, like tears of heaven, painted glass mother-of-pearl patterns on the windows, turning ordinary glass frames into magical portals to the world of melancholy.

In a quiet garden, away from the noise of the world, there was a forgotten apiary. Its cozy corners are hidden from prying eyes, like a secret kept by an old tree. Bees there created their own little worlds, busy with their labors, like unknown artists weaving carpets from golden threads.

On a dead planet, where the winds used to whisper gently with the trees and the stars danced in the night sky, silence now reigns. The earth faded, like a tarnished stone that has lost its appeal. I was born here, on this forgotten planet that was once the cradle of life.

On the edge of the misty edge, where dreams merge with reality, a glass planet towered, like a transparent dream in a bottomless universe. The stars were reflected in its city streets, creating light pictures, but only the sounds of sad music filled the gray alleys. The inhabitants of this amazing space city possessed the art of being able to look through glass, peer into the invisible and feel what could not be seen.

Deep beneath the shimmering waves, where the light is absorbed by the darkness of the ocean depths, an underwater city is spread out. In his heart, like a pearl in the depths of the sea, the heart of this lost world was beating. My days flowed slowly, like a current of algae wrapping around the glass walls of our houses.

The story is about two teenagers, but they are not ordinary teenagers, but mythical creatures. The main characters of "Wolf Girl" Reima Seich and "Vampire" Eric the Greek live together and are on vacation. They got bored and decided to play checkers, but this turned into a conflict between two teenagers. Then, after the conflict, someone rang the doorbell, the guy opened the door and saw a package from his brother, what was in the package? You will find out about this.

The story is about a rather unusual world, where instead of ordinary magic, people use technomagic. How do people live in such a world?

In the shadow of steel monoliths, tall as fate, life was woven with a thin thread, weaving its way through gray everyday life and hard days. The city was like a giant machine, endlessly working, laying its arteries in the middle of a concrete jungle.

In the deep bowels of time flows the river of life, full of brilliance and secret ways. Its waters, like magic mirrors, reflect myriad moments, rays of happiness and shadows of grief. With every turn, with every bend of its winding path, we sail through the epochs, like travelers on an endless ocean.

On the edge of a forgotten village, where time weaves slowly, like patterns on ancient carpets, there was a lonely stove. Her body, like a heart, was wrapped in a layer of time, like autumn foliage delicately covering the ground.

Forests and fields have soft grass and a lot of rules.

Makar was drowning. He was exhausted and no longer fought for life, going with the flow. The cold penetrated to the farthest corners of his soul.

Frozen. The war is over.