In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves its song,
A garden of despair, where hopes are gone.
Beneath a moon of tears, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of loneliness, in darkness holds.
He thought, for the first time in years, that perhaps he was getting older: until now the years had passed without his participation, as if he were trapped somewhere in space, unable to follow mortals...
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 the garden where whispers carry secrets untold,
Flowers, withered, in sorrow's grasp they hold.
A shadow of days gone by, draped in dusk's cloak,
The agony of time, a powerless sorrow spoke.
In a corner of the dark alley, where the raindrops were crying with despair, there was a shadow. He was like a mosaic of the night, fused of dark shades and starry twinkles. His eyes, like two sparkling stars in a bottomless night, glided through the streets, absorbing every moment, like a passionate artist enjoying his work.
In the darkness of the forest, the stars twinkled like tears on the black fabric of the night. The hunter, like a wanderer in this world of shadows, wandered among the trees, his heart beating rhythmically, as if calling him to dance with the ghosts of the past. His gun was his companion, but not his friend. It adorned his shoulder, but it did not warm his soul.
The forbidden allure, hypnotizing with his gray eyes, tests Hajime's patience with reminders of the rules, thrown in between touches of lips. The remnants of Hajime's decency note that if someone catches them and reports what's happening, he can say goodbye forever to his reputation and warm family relationships. As a souvenir, he will receive an almost empty parental wallet and the contempt of a society that values rules. Well, so be it.
They met at the hospital . They were in the same room and they seem to be friends, but no one knows what a 10-year-old boy is doing by the bed of a 17-year-old guy.
"Oh, I'm sorry", the alpha smiled and held out his hand to omega. "I didn't mean to frighten such a charming omega. I am Kim Namjoon and I am ready to answer any of your questions about my shop and books".
"Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon, and I'm Park Jimin", the guy smiled kindly, responding to a light handshake. "Since you volunteered to help me, then tell me where I can find Stefan Zweig's Impatience Of The Heart?"
The wind and rain forced her to squeeze over again just to keep the brief feeling of warmth. She knew it was a bad job altogether to look for people’s warmth while being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Himiko is cold. She is slightly shivering, but the rain didn't seem to end.
ーAre you alright? – a stranger asks running up to her with a huge umbrella.
Kolya Gogol was with him yesterday, he somehow talked to go to the bar together after work and finally talk heart to heart. Sigma was just finishing his shift at the library, but to be honest, he didn't want to accept the offer at all. Gogol disappeared again for several months, and then suddenly appeared out of nowhere, cheerful and sonorous, persuading again to some kind of adventure, for the consequences of which Sigma can give more than his entire salary
At the last time Dan Heng has been cold. Incredibly cold. And it's not surprising: dragons are reptiles and therefore cannot boast of being warm-blooded.
Stellar on in Caelus' chest is warm. Exceedingly warm. Perhaps it could be Dan Heng's salvation in the dark nights?
