Prison

In shadows' embrace, where silence prevails, A solemn dance with the Reaper unveiled, Death, a companion to all in due time, Inevitable fate, no reason nor rhyme.

won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? and when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

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

There was a time when memories flowed slowly, like old black-and-white photographs left in forgotten albums. These moments were captured on paper, like parts of our soul, overshadowed by a veil of nostalgia.

In the deep desert, where the golden sand stretches like a sea to the horizon, a lonely cactus grew. Its stem, pointing to the heavens, was covered with thorny needles, like stars in a black firmament. Cactus was the guardian of the void, despite its beauty, enclosed in a dangerous embrace.

A modern girl, a child of the age of sarcasm, cynicism, and memes, accidentally finds herself in a real medieval setting at the height of religious wars. But Anzhelika isn’t one to despair, and by the way, now the noble Sultan Salah ad-Din, who has intrigued her since her school years, is very close by...

Two police officers investigate a case about a sect of crazy fanatics.

Her training as an enchantress is not even half complete. Her job is to kill monsters. She travels alone in a barbarian land, recently conquered by her compatriots. Her path does not promise to be easy, but she does not intend to retreat.

Interesting moments from ancient history.

The most frequently dying character types in art.