Tag "Care / Support" - Works and Original stories

Visdomnia is shattered, the world-walkers are saved, nobody knows that Eo is a dusk, that Lololoshka kissed Ashra, and no one knows that our heroes destroyed Visdomnia. But this is not the end; we still have to find out why Lololoshka ended up in Visdomnia and the true reason he lost his memory during the transition.

— Did you know that I love you? – Alena asked without moving, sitting with a relaxed face, like she's asking this question every day. — Of course. — Not as a friend.

In the shadow of the evening twilight, when the last rays of sunset plunge the world into a deep sleep, the story of lies blooms like a dark flower in the glade of truth. In the heart of a small town, where trees whisper secrets to the wind, a story emerges about a man whose smile was a bright sun in gray days.

On the corner of the street, immersed in the shadow of the past days, there was an old ice cream shop. Its windows glittered like eyes in the dim light of the street lamps. Summer had left this city, but inside the shop there was another summer alive, trapped in the icy walls.

In the shadow of a starry evening, when the heavens were blooming with azure, there lived a lonely black magician. His name has been forgotten for centuries, like old lines in forgotten books. Wisdom and kindness were hidden in his heart, but his gifts were wrapped in black magic.

At the tips of the star thread, where darkness meets light, hovers the memory of an old steam locomotive, whose dreams were woven into the haze of the past. This steel giant was the living heart of the railways, and its steam legends left a shadow on the platform of time.

In a small room, sunk in semi-darkness, there was an antique table. On it, as if forgotten by the artist, lay a diary of dreams. Its cover, worn by time, was like the evening sky, tinged with shades of lilac and indigo. Everything mysterious and mysterious was hidden behind thick pages, as if in the very depths of the night sky.

In a dark corner of the city, where the rain was weaving thin threads of its jets, three entities met – a man, a robot and a demon. The evening was like a gathering of shadows, but it was in this darkness that the luminaries of fate lit up.

In ancient times, in the innermost corners of the soul of each of us, there is a mysterious garden – a world of flowers that, like stars in the night sky, bloom in moments of joy and fade in a moment of heavy grief. And so, in this garden of an ordinary person hovering in everyday life, rainbow petals bloomed and the aromas of happiness appeared, but, as in everyone's life, it was time for rain.

On the edge of the twilight pool, where the heavens lie on the earth, there lived an old philosopher. In his house, built of faded stars and ancient memories, time flowed slowly, like a viscous river of melancholy. There was a look in his eyes, like stars in the night sky, squeezed between the fingers of time.

On the outskirts of a quiet village stood an old blacksmith shop, like a forgotten page in the book of time. Its walls, upholstered with slabs of tarnished metal, seemed to keep the secrets of the past terrible days. Once upon a time, metal slicing the air sounded in this iron heart, like the melody of an ancient bard, sparkling and flashing like stars in the night sky.

In the shadow of a forgotten time, under the mossy roofs of ancient memories, there lived one story. It began as a light breeze playing with the mottled leaves of autumn. But in this invisible fabric of fate there was something more mysterious than just a fleeting breath.

In the darkness of the endless forests, immersed in the evening silence, a tree grew, whose fate was pierced by secrets and pains, as if black needles penetrated its bark. It was an ash tree, covered with a layer of pollen of lost dreams.

Officer Arrow and unscrupulous pirate Scroop find an unlikely common ground in the vast cosmos. United by a penchant for problem-solving through unconventional means — bedroom diplomacy. As their cosmic entanglement unfolds, the struggle for dominance ensues. What consequences will this unhealthy liaison between the daring officer and the cunning pirate yield? Only the harsh trials of life in the celestial realm will ultimately set things right.

Amy Rose begins a new relationship after Sonic refuses to reciprocate her love. Blaze becomes her new love interest. One day, going to Tails for advice, she accidentally finds a strange car with him.

Shadow, noticing the differences between himself and Sonic, wondered if he was part of the black people.

A lonely vessel, forgotten and unseen. An aluminum heart, devoid of gleam, Echoes the silence of a forsaken dream. Once cradled warmth, now easy and bare,

In a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars lost their names in the bottomless darkness, lived an ordinary man named Elias. His days flowed like a stream, invisible and boundless, and the gray walls of the city stood like guardians of time. No one noticed the humble Elias until one day an unknown event soared into the sky, spreading dried-up dreams into thousands of sparks.

A long time ago, there was an old house in a corner of a small town. There was a strange woman who lived in this house. She was like a riddle shrouded in a fog of unsolved mysteries. Her name was Eliza. She was an artist and spent every day in her dark studio surrounded by canvases and paints.

In a dark corner of an old theater stood a lone puppeteer. His eyes, like two twinkling stars, sparkled in the dim light of the stage lights. Each of his dolls was a work of art created from wood and dreams. He was a master of controlling the threads of life, leading his wooden actors through the invisible drama that was happening in his imagination.