Tag "Loneliness" - Works and Original stories

In a valley where the grasses bent under the wind like the sea under the caress of the moon, there lived a shepherd named Elias. His life was like a song, slowly flowing through time, filled with quiet iridescences of light and shadows.

In the ancient hall, lost among the shadows, there was a single candle. Her flame fluttered like the last breath of the autumn wind. She was the guardian of time, shining in a corner of forgotten memory.

n shadows deep, where echoes sigh, Life's hollow dance, devoid of why. A spectral waltz, in muted tones, A purpose lost, in silent moans.

In a quiet town, lost among the green hills, there was an old wooden church. With a firmament covered with streaks of time, it towered over the surrounding terrain, like an archaic guardian of centuries-old history. The roof, covered with moss and streaks, bent thoughtfully over the gray earthquake felt in the depths of the soul. This church was like an immortal metaphor for the loss to which the village was subjected.

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.

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.

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.

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.

— Every once, when artist is dying, God gives him the opportunity paint the sky, and then, we see a wonderful sunset...

After the last shining ray went over the horizon, an incredible metamorphosis began in the world. The city turned into a fiery island, covered with the twinkling of thousands of stars, like precious stones scattered on black velvet. It was a time when darkness became colorful and mysterious.

In the shadow of the old garden, where time dragged slowly, a single raspberry bush grew. Its branches, like lost threads of time, stretched towards the sky, losing themselves in the boundless blue. It seemed that in every leaf there was an echo of the past, like unspoken words frozen in eternity.

After their deaths, Hiro and Zero Two are reborn and compared to their past lives, their characters are drastically different. He is now more unemotional, calm, cold-blooded and calculating, like the same Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. In turn Zero Two is now more outgoing and cheerful. What adventures will await them this time and how will their lives pan out now?

Silco was surely a man of his reputation, a cold-hearted and calculated criminal. Yet it hadn't always been that way. He too had once been a lost soul barely over twenty, risking his life to visit the lowest of the low — the mines of the Sump level. Not for an adventure or some shady business. No. To visit the grave of his parents, the grave of a whole nation that was now forgotten, to visit a grave of his past self and search for something we all crave — acceptance.

"You will become The Lady when you grow up." he said quietly, apathetically following with eyes another body that fell from these endlessly high roofs. Six smiled and intertwined their fingers. Mono couldn't tell if she felt the same as he did, or if she just didn't care. He never understood anyone's expressions anyway. "You will become The Thin Man when you grow up." Six repeated almost affectionately, drawing circles on the back of his frozen palm.

Five years have passed since the beginning of the global catastrophe. A lot has changed over the years. People learned to survive, joined groups. The epidemic spared no one. No one was without losses. She is the one who lost everyone who was dear to her. Lonely and broken, just trying to survive in a world full of cruelty and madness.

In the desolate refuge within the tower, shrouded in tragic legends, any unsuspecting visitor would be frightened. Yet, the girl who arrived here timely discovers a wine cellar and the devilishly charming master of the neighboring castle. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/da/8a/ca/da8aca4a4e5144fd8a1ea0661de8fd77.jpg) Curiosity will compel her to delve into local legends, despite the fear and suspicion that the neighbor might not be human at all.