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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.

The city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.

Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.

I was dead, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself in someone else's body. But even so, I didn't expect it to be a character from a fantasy novel that I read before I died. Only this character was destined to die. - I have to prevent this! No matter what happens, I have to survive! What will happen next?...

In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.

Sometimes one wrong decision can ruin everything. This is what happened with our Strawberry...

I only remember the doorstep, and even then, it feels like I'm looking at it from a distance: I am standing on the threshold, and he is sitting at my feet.

Nigel does not like that his wife is texting her friend when Nigel sits next to her, the feeling of jealousy covers the omega and he cannot contain his anger, but his alpha always finds words to calm her husband.

Ernie wants to tell his wife Hana some very important news, but the alpha is too tired after work and reacts in a completely different way than the omega expected.

Idella does not like at all that her pregnant husband works in the library for a long time and climbs on rickety old ladders to sort books. Jervis is already seven months pregnant with twins, his belly is big and heavy, so Idella finds nothing better than not letting her husband out of the house to work and caressing her adorable omega Jervis's rounded tummy for hours.

Aiden is afraid of thunder and lightning, huddles in the farthest corner and shakes in fear. His husband, seeing this, comes to the rescue and calms the timid omega.

Lyle will love his hot-tempered husband even after he breaks his nose and makes a scandal out of nothing. Perhaps the alpha behaves stupidly when she forgives violence from her husband. but he loves his omega too much to be angry for long.

Fabian began to gain weight in the abdominal area, his alpha noticed this and in fact is not at all against such an unexpected increase in the abdomen of his spouse. Pearce even likes the way his mate looks now, whose body is clearly changing and becoming more attractive.

Fenton has gone on a business trip for six months and is finally returning home. Janna decided to prank her husband by buying a fake pregnant belly, because while they were talking on facetime, he only saw her face and would quickly believe that she was pregnant. She thought it was really funny... But the prank got out of control.

Darkness enveloped the room like a damp cloak that you carry through the night forest, blotting out the stars with your darkness. Only the faint light of the monthly radiance penetrated through the fabric of the curtains, spreading across the floor in quiet spots.

I don't mind being called strange or funny or whatever. I've never done. The only thing I wish is to see her blue shiny eyes... But she doesn't. It... hurts.

In the city of shadows, where echoes linger, Whispers of time, a mournful singer. Streets paved with dreams, now shrouded in gray, A symphony of silence, where memories decay.

Thick fog swirls in the corners of the ancient city, like a veil of mystery, shedding candlelight through the braided fingers of antiquity. The wind rises into the heart of this darkness, bringing with it the sounds of fear and recognition. In the middle of the streets, a figure wrapped in a cloak of dark dreams wanders along stone walls obscured by darkness. This is a flagellant wandering along the paths of self-denial.

In the shadow of the daytime stars, when the sun is already leaning towards its departure, the heavens begin to dance in a twilight waltz. The played celestial cellos perform a melody that seems soundless to the ears of the world. Clouds, like an overflow of emotions, float across the sky, leaving behind traces of invisible tears.