| The test is over, and I will try to tell you who you should be wary of. She walks through the city, wrapped in her pearl-gray coat. |
Her palms, so small and delicate, are usually hidden in her pockets. Her face is covered with a network of fine wrinkles, like a patina, which disappear at night and reappear during the day. She has gray hair and colorless eyes, always full of tears. She usually comes when the fog settles on the ground. She comes from the river, from where the waves fight against the old bridge piers. One day, she may come for you. When? When you feel that the world is starting to fade. I don't think your life is constantly filled with exquisitely bright colors. Anxiety and sadness are your frequent companions. Sometimes the pressure of this world becomes too strong – the past, the future, what has happened, what has not happened – everything merges into one tight, unpleasant lump, which can be pushed to the periphery of consciousness, but from which it is impossible to completely get rid of. I think you often have to analyze your actions, deeds, thoughts, sometimes to the detriment of the actions themselves. And sometimes you almost hate yourself for it. But your keen observation will help you understand that a demon has become interested in you. Because if, despite your attempts to organize reality, even if only around yourself, the world fades and dissolves in the fog, then something is wrong here. What does the demon want from you? To make you get lost and never be able to find your way home. To make the future become the past, and the past become the present. And then your spirit, trapped in the only moment of the Universe, will freeze, like a drop of water in the frost. After that, the demon will take it to its chambers and put it under glass. |
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Барон "Vampires"
Отдай свои прошлые сны,
В сомненьях себя обрети,
В бешеном танце душа кружится!
Не думай, что будет потом,
Здесь и сейчас мы живем,
Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Her face is covered with a network of fine wrinkles, like a patina, which disappear at night and reappear during the day. She has gray hair and colorless eyes, always full of tears. She usually comes when the fog settles on the ground. She comes from the river, from where the waves fight against the old bridge piers. One day, she may come for you. When? When you feel that the world is starting to fade. I don't think your life is constantly filled with exquisitely bright colors. Anxiety and sadness are your frequent companions. Sometimes the pressure of this world becomes too strong – the past, the future, what has happened, what has not happened – everything merges into one tight, unpleasant lump, which can be pushed to the periphery of consciousness, but from which it is impossible to completely get rid of. I think you often have to analyze your actions, deeds, thoughts, sometimes to the detriment of the actions themselves. And sometimes you almost hate yourself for it. But your keen observation will help you understand that a demon has become interested in you. Because if, despite your attempts to organize reality, even if only around yourself, the world fades and dissolves in the fog, then something is wrong here. What does the demon want from you? To make you get lost and never be able to find your way home. To make the future become the past, and the past become the present. And then your spirit, trapped in the only moment of the Universe, will freeze, like a drop of water in the frost. After that, the demon will take it to its chambers and put it under glass.