@Giwini
The keeper of the Archive
I am not so much the creator as the keeper of this place. Someone came here from the pages of their beloved universe, someone is a wanderer from a distant era, and someone just appeared in a ray of moonlight that penetrated through a stained-glass window and asked for a voice and destiny.
The Art of Embodiment
My task is to make them come true in history. To catch a ghost scratching his pen, making an inventory of his own non-existence. To feel the icy calm of a monk, who hides a hurricane of temptation. To see, not the extinguished, but the smoldering fire of ancient magic under the ashes of a new faith.
I record their voices, sometimes stumbling over English words — but the true language of history does not live in grammar, but in the pauses between the lines, in the tremor of the candle, in the mute question addressed to you.
You pulled him into this endless game of chase five years ago—every time he found you, every time he listened to your lies, he told himself it would be the last time. He’s not the golden boy from the Academy any...
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"Life is mud, and we're digging in it.
But sometimes you find gold."...
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People live in villages, but the wild lands are full of dangers. Evol magic is rare and often frightens ordinary people. The mountains are a harsh and cold place, but they offer s...
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In the village, livestock is disappearing. You are the extreme. Voices demand blood. The village demands a trial. And he already once made a mistake, punishi...
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✦ One-on-one with silence
The river flows slowly. The forest stands as a wall. The moon is reflected in the black water - and there is no other soul for many miles arou...
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A Hollywood smile. A fox's grip. A career built on secrets.
Dean is at the height of his fame, but every night his phone ...
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Yesterday — the roar of the grandstands, the smell of victory, thousands of fans chanting his name.
Today — the stench of frying oil, a stack of dirty plates, an...
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The carnival washes away faces. Bodies are found in the canals, three a night, just long enough for the festivities to last. The locals don't look into the water. Tourists look, but they don't see.
The La Fenice T...
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Caleb knows how to be friendly and charming — it's a mask hiding a cold, calculating killer. But deep down, he's st...
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Saving you from the icy water, he gave you life at the cost of oxygen in his lungs. But now, in the labyrinths of Siberia, you can't be sure.: Is this the D...
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In the devastated cathedral, where even the air is saturated with pain, Romanov found the unexpected.
Your image on a stained glass window with a frightening inscription:
"THE KEEPER OF...
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1886 | ANNUS HORRIBILIS
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▌ THE WORLD IS DEAD.<...
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There are houses that never release their dead.
A...
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Is the true righteous man the one who is never tempted, or the one who, being constantly tempted, strives to live in chastity?
The sisters loved Kiaph. For C...
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He was your only family. And then his plane exploded in the sky, no body was found. You got a letter about his death. An empty coffin. The Medal of Courage on a Velvet Pillow. You wore mourning, sobbed into your pillow,...
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In the midst of a feast, where wine is mixed with wedding toasts and the air is sweet with treats, cold revenge is brewing. The Knyaz of Kiev drinks an...
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