I liked his look. It even reminded me of a song.
I think I'll add him to my book.
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Yes, this is my car.
Download this song to your MP3 player,
Everything will be fine, buddy,
Don't get upset, calm down.
| Far, far away, one person ceased to be human. Now he has no name - only a title - the Dancer. |
| The embodiment of freedom. The rustling of wind in the treetops - a mountain echo - the echo of his steps. In a frenzied dance, he rushes over the world, not lingering anywhere for a minute. Beautiful. Thoughtless. Well, what can you do - the wind doesn't have thinking organs. |
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| Your Luck lives… in the Castle. |
“Do what you must, and then what will be, will be,” said Leo Tolstoy, and your Luck agrees with him. With the slight amendment that you need to do what you WANT. Truly want, what you dream about, what you are obsessed with. That which is called a "calling." Your proud, aristocratic Luck (see, what Castle it has ended up in?) considers it beneath its dignity to help you in something that does not fit within the framework of your destiny. If you are meant to write music, then write! If you are called to heal people, then learn and heal! If you are drawn to trade or the service industry, or you are drawn to training, or the mountains call to you, then follow your Path! And only then will your Luck smile and meet you halfway.![]() |
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| So, you are a Mermaid! |
You are the spring song of a stream. A lovely creation of Mother Nature, destined to adorn the world with your very existence! You love riddles and all sorts of games. With your magical voice, you sing cheerful songs, and your friends love to gather near your lake! And your enemies... yes, even such a gentle creature has enemies... They have invented silly, absurd tales about drowned women - your victims. But your friends know that this is a lie. You do not participate in battles, but you know where to find living water to heal any wounds. ![]() |
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| So, you are a Werewolf! |
A terrible fate. After all, you didn't become this way of your own free will, did you? Or did you? Though… it doesn't matter now. You could be a wonderful person. Until the Moon awakens the Beast within you… Uncontrollable, murderous power… The Dark Ones, who believe they control you… and have no idea how wrong they are. And the day is not far off when you will bring them out of their pleasant oblivion. Or you will perish. Though… it seems you no longer care… ![]() |
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| So, you are a Vampire! |
How old are you? Two hundred years? Four hundred? You have lived for so long… So many lives are on your conscience… You even tolerate sunlight. And you cannot stand the Light. And you do not deny it. Or maybe… humanity is still not alien to you? No! Not blood. Although, what would you do without it… Other, more human passions tear at your soul… Do you not have a soul? But then what hurts you day and night? Ah, you say it is hunger that torments you… But can hunger inspire? Oh, yes – many know that those sonnets were written by you… No! I will not give you the addresses of “those many”! And do not ask! ![]() |
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