Anecdotes of the Willow Wardens

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?

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 whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency.

Aren is taken to the Lamentarium, a place where sorrow hums through stone and something unseen listens from the depths. Guided by a woman who speaks in half‑truths, he meets a glowing being meant to claim his grief—until a voice not his own warns him that the walls remember more than they reveal.

In an endless grey forest, a lone wanderer struggles to survive among dead trees and silence. When he meets Meredith—beautiful, intense, and irresistibly charming—her warmth feels impossible in a world without life. But her allure hides a darker truth: she serves a secret cult devoted to a demon beneath the roots, and he is the final sacrifice they need.

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.