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In the remote corridors of the soul, under the ledge of gray clouds, the shadows of the past darkened, like clouds gathering in the atmosphere of forgotten moments. Where the light rushes between the holes in the gray clouds, there lives a man carrying his own storm.

Christmas is a holiday that everyone loves. Firstly, because of the opportunity to spend time with close people. But what if someone is missing even on such a wonderful and magical day? A little girl from a small but friendly family is dreaming of spending this day with her beloved dad. But he does not have the opportunity to do this because he is far. Will Santa Claus hear her wish? Will he make a miracle? Will he let her spend the greatest time of year with the one she is missing so badly?

Sometimes your appearance can decide much. If you're beautiful, everyone wants to befriend you. So, what about those, who they don't accept because you don't fit their beauty standards? Sadly, I wasn't lucky to be born as a handsome boy. That’s why my mother is probably the only one to admire me, and I have to get bullied. And hide that I have a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world, who will never pay attention to me and would prefer the irresistible but stupid and mean boy over me.

A sonnet about the higher playing cards.

Some lyrics inspired with these days.

In a remote village where the days seemed shorter and the nights dragged on endlessly, there lived a young man called Anton. His world was saturated with a gloomy fog that tightly enveloped his thoughts and heart. From his earliest childhood, Anton felt an invisible shadow hanging over his soul, turning every bright moment into gray and emptiness.

At the very edge of the world, where the gray sky merges with the endless ocean, there was a lonely heavenly island. It seemed as if he had been torn out of a dream, a place where all hopes had faded and only melancholy remained.

Under the weight of the black sky of the Exclusion Zone lies a heavy gloom, like a blanket of despair. In these forgotten places, where nature struggles with the barrier of anomalies, loneliness becomes a faithful companion of every stalker.

The pale light of the street lamps dissipated in the night, creating mysterious shadows, like ghosts floating through the empty streets of a sleeping city. Everything was silent and motionless, as if waiting for something inevitable.

In a quiet, remote village where time passed slowly, there lived an old blind artist named Anatoly. His house was old and gloomy, just like his fate.

Somewhere in the gray bowels of the city, where panel houses stand like tombstones, there lived a woman named Anna. Her life was like an endless series of rainy days, when not a single ray of sunlight could be seen, and gray clouds seemed to take away all hopes.

On the outskirts of the sprawling forest, where the sun's rays rarely penetrated through the dense foliage, there was an old wooden well. It seemed like a forgotten world, lost among the gloomy trees. Like a soul forgotten by time, he was waiting for someone who no longer came.

A little girl is apprenticing under the local shaman, but the world around her has certain expectations.