Tag "Day of death" - Works and Original stories

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

There was no good ending. Cinderella was killed by her stepsisters and left to rot, while Anna and Elizabeth and their stepmother left to live in wealth and luxury. But this is not the end. May revenge be done.

In the shade of ancient trees, on the shore of an endless lake, stood an ancient castle, bathed in the light of the moon. Its white towers stretched to the sky, like mute witnesses of countless stories hidden in the depths of the walls. In this royal refuge, where hundreds of years have passed, the vital smell of antiquity and wisdom was melting away.

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

In a mysterious palace, standing on the edge of the twilight reality, a handsome prince lived, sighing heavily, whose life was a pattern of dreams and hopes. He was a gift of fate, something that could conquer the very horizons. But, like walking clouds, the eyelids of fate revealed their plans.