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The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.

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.

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.

Nothing reroutes you off the winding yellow-brick road and onto a clean, manly highway to heterosexuality quite like a weekend full of obedience and prolonged eye contact with strangers. No contact with the outside world. Just structured activities, therapeutic bonding, and extremely platonic full-body contact. Definitely not a cult. Probably. No refunds. Bring your own towel.

When a story starts with a wedding instead of ending in one, you can be sure drama’s not just invited — it’s on the guest list, front row, clutching tissues and throwing shade. Love, after all, isn’t just the happy ending. It’s every strange, beautiful, difficult thing that happens after the “I do.”

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.