Promienie słońca leniwie tańczyły na tafli morza. Isla Esmeralda przywitała ich ciszą, zapachem soli i cytrusów. Leo siedział na werandzie z kawą w dłoni, patrząc w dal. Elara usiadła obok, jej spojrzenie było nieobecne. Od kilku dni nosiła w sobie sekret, który grzał ją od środka. — Myślisz o czymś ważnym? — zapytał. — Trochę. A ty? — O tym, że nie chcę stąd wracać. Uśmiechnęli się do siebie lekko, choć każde z nich skrywało coś więcej. Nazajutrz, wieczorem, Leo zaprowadził ją na cichą plażę. Wokół nich rozstawione były lampiony, a w piasku ułożony napis: Zostań ze mną na zawsze. Uklęknął. W jego dłoniach pojawił się pierścionek, delikatny, zaprojektowany przez niego. — Elaro... Chcę dzielić z tobą życie. Zostań moją żoną. Zamilkła. W oczach pojawiły się łzy. Przytaknęła i przytuliła się do niego. — Leo… — zaczęła cicho, ujmując jego dłoń i kładąc ją na brzuchu. — Jest jeszcze ktoś. W środku mnie. Zamarł. Patrzył na nią z niedowierzaniem, a potem uśmiechnął się szeroko. — Ty… jesteś...? — Tak. Objął ją mocno, ze łzami w oczach. — Nie wiedziałem, że mogę być aż tak szczęśliwy. Tej nocy nie spali. Patrzyli w niebo, trzymając się za ręce. — Myślisz, że damy radę? — szepnęła. — Nie myślę. Ja to wiem.

The sun danced lazily on the sea’s surface. Isla Esmeralda welcomed them with silence, the scent of salt and citrus trees. Leo sat on the porch with a cup of coffee, eyes lost on the horizon. Elara joined him quietly. She had been carrying a secret for days — one that warmed her from the inside out. “Thinking about something important?” he asked. “A little. You?” “That I never want to leave this place.” They shared a quiet smile, though both hid more than they showed. The next evening, Leo led her to a secluded beach. Lanterns flickered around them, and in the sand, he had written: Stay with me forever. He knelt down, holding out a delicate ring he had designed himself. “Elara... I want to share my life with you. Will you marry me?” Tears welled in her eyes. She nodded and embraced him. “Leo…” she whispered, placing his hand on her belly. “There’s someone else. Inside me.” He froze. Then looked at her with disbelief — and pure joy. “You… you’re…?” “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around her, tears in his eyes. “I didn’t know I could be this happy.” That night, they didn’t sleep. They lay under the stars, holding hands. “Do you think we’ll be okay?” she asked softly. “I don’t think,” he whispered. “I know.”

Słońce i plaża... to wszystko, czego potrzebuję, żeby uspokoić skołatane nerwy. Siedząc w cieniu drzew, byłem skupiony na czytaniu dość interesującej książki, gdy nagle cień zasłonił światło słoneczne. Spojrzałem w górę i zobaczyłem ich. Jeden, o rubinowych oczach, stał za chłopakiem o pomarańczowym odcieniu oczu z przepraszającym wyrazem twarzy. Drugi, pomarańczowoki , pochylił się nade mną z figlarnym uśmiechem. Zapytałem: „W czym mogę pomóc?”. Pomarańczowooki uśmiechnął się złośliwie i milczał. Drugi rubinooki odezwał się za niego: „Mikołaj , chodź... chodźmy coś zjeść”. Mikołaj spojrzał na rubinookiego: „Karol, jesteś takim nudziarzem... uspokój się. Chcę tylko, żebyśmy zostali przyjaciółmi”. Karol milczał i przewrócił oczami, na co Mikołaj uśmiechnął się i spojrzał na mnie, pytając: „Więc... jaka jest twoja odpowiedź?”.

Sun and beach... that's all I need to calm my frayed nerves. Sitting in the shade of the trees, I was focused on reading a rather interesting book when suddenly a shadow blocked the sunlight. I looked up and saw them. One, the black-haired one, stood behind the golden-haired boy, an apologetic expression on his face. The other, the golden-haired one, leaned over me with a mischievous smile. I asked, "Can I help you?" The golden-haired one smirked and remained silent. The other black-haired one spoke for him: "Nick, come on... let's go eat." Nick looked at the black-haired one: "Carlos, you're such a bore... relax. I just want us to be friends." Carlos remained silent and rolled his eyes, to which Nick smiled and looked at me, asking, "So... what's your answer?"

Deszcz... ślizga droga... zmęczenie... noc... wracając do domu tracę panowanie nad samochodem... Hamulec... pisk opon... drzewo i cisza... mrok. ~ ✨ ~ Kiedy się budzę nic nie czuję, ani bólu, ani smutku dosłownie nic dopóki nieuświadamiam sobie co się wydarzyło... ~ ✨ ~ Wypadek... śmierć... Czuję strach, panikę... czuję się zagubiony... samotny... potrzebuję pomocy. Rozglądam się wokoło. Pytam sam siebie: "Czy to jest królestwo aniołów?" Słyszę cichy szelest skrzydeł... czuję delikatny dotyk czyjejś dłoni na moim ramieniu... odwracam się i widzę ją... młodą kobietę... a może Archanielice. Uśmiecha się ciepło, niczym matka. Za nią widzę innych. W ich oczach widziałem współczucie i wsparcie. Ona szepcze: "Witaj, duszyczko... nie bój się, jestem Ariel" Podchodzi inny Archanioł, mowi: "Jestem Rafał" Trzeci tak jak Ariel przybliza się do mnie i kładzie rękę na moim ramieniu, mówi: "Ja jestem Barachiel" Ariel wciąż się uśmiechając mówi łagodne: "Jesteśmy tu żeby Ci pomóc" ~ ✨ ~ "Pamiętaj... nie jesteś sam... nigdy"

Rain... slippery road... tired... night... driving home, I lose control of the car... Brakes... screeching tires... a tree and silence... darkness. ~ ✨ ~ When I wake up, I feel nothing, neither pain nor sadness—literally nothing—until I realize what has happened... ~ ✨ ~ An accident... death... I feel fear, panic... I feel lost... lonely... I need help. I look around. I ask myself: "Is this the kingdom of angels?" I hear the soft rustle of wings... I feel the gentle touch of a hand on my shoulder... I turn and see her... a young woman... or maybe an Archangel. She smiles warmly, like a mother. Behind her, I see others. I saw compassion and support in their eyes. She whispers: "Hello, little soul... don't be afraid, I am Ariel." Another Archangel approaches and says: "I am Raphael." A third, just like Ariel, approaches me and places his hand on my shoulder, saying: "I am Barachiel." Ariel, still smiling, says gently: "We are here to help you." ~ ✨ ~ "Remember... you are not alone... ever."

There’s no law in space. Only silence. And those who survive it. Zet didn’t want justice. He wanted a crew. He found Kira, a sniper who burned her old employers. D’raan, a mutated brawler freed from a prison cage. Milo, a memory-wiped hacker floating in an escape pod. And Thess, a rogue medic who saved minds from corporate labs. Together, they became Nemezis. Not a ship. A cause. They raided ships. Crushed supply lines. Sent fear through the stars. Until one freighter changed everything. — “Captain,” Kira said through comms. “Live passenger. Female.” — “Who?” — “Alia Norr. Corth Norr’s daughter.” Silence. Zet’s voice cut like ice. — “Bring her in. Lock her down.” He faced her in the holding cell. — “Your father turned minds into weapons. Now I’m the war.” — “He’ll find me,” she spat. Zet smiled faintly. — “I want him to.” He turned to Milo. — “Send the message.” > “I have your daughter. And this is just the beginning.”

Some believe the gods fall silent when war begins. But I do not leave. I stay. I walk between tents, sit quietly by the fire. I watch as they sharpen their blades and tuck amulets beneath their armor. I am Hathor – and I do not grant strength to strike. I grant the strength to remain human. — “Are you afraid?” I whisper to a young man gripping his weapon like it holds more than steel. — “Not for myself…” he murmurs. “For my brother. For who I’ll be when I return.” I place a gentle touch on his shoulder. He feels me like a memory – the scent of home, a melody from childhood. — “Do not forget who you are, even when the earth screams in blood.” Beside him, another warrior closes his eyes. His fingers tremble. He has seen death – too closely. — “Do the gods still listen when men kill?” he asks, not to me, but perhaps only to me. — “I do not hear the sword,” I answer softly. “I hear the heart that holds it.” And so I walk with them. Not to save them from death. But to remind them that life still lives within them – even in darkness.

The sun hung over the desert like the scorched eye of an angry god, spilling waves of merciless heat across the endless dunes. The sand shimmered like it breathed, and the wind whispered forgotten names—ancient, cursed, and long erased from mortal tongues. Seth walked alone. His footsteps left no trace. The dark armor that adorned his body gleamed under the burning sky, etched with sigils older than memory. His crimson eyes glowed like embers, burning through the shimmer of heat and time. With each stride, the air itself seemed to recoil, the desert holding its breath before its master. And then, he saw her. She lay crumpled in the sand, a dying silhouette lost to the sun’s fury — a young woman, starved, sunburned, her breath a fragile thread. Death had nearly claimed her… but something lingered in her gaze. Defiance. An untold story. Seth knelt beside her. He could have walked away. Let the desert swallow her like countless others. But something made him pause. Loneliness, perhaps. Curiosity. Or destiny. He reached out and placed his hand upon her brow. His power — ancient, cold, unyielding — flowed into her like nightfall washing over fire. She gasped, sharply, like one dragged from drowning. "Rise," he said, voice low but echoing across the shifting sands. "Your life no longer belongs to death." She opened her eyes — dark, hollow… yet awakening. She looked at him not as a savior, but as a force of fate. A god. Or a curse. “Who… are you?” she rasped. “Seth,” he answered. “And you… from this moment, are my shadow.” That day, the desert gave him more than silence and wind. It gave him a witch — one who would walk the line between life and death. One who would master the secrets of the grave, whose hands would one day summon kings from their tombs. She was no longer a victim. From that moment on, she was his Black Mage.

I had no right to touch her. I was never made for love. I am a shadow. A guardian. The one who weighs hearts—but never carries one of his own. And yet, when she stood before me, for the first time in countless ages, I hesitated. Her soul was not meant to be here. Her death had not yet come. But still, she crossed the threshold. So fragile. So bright in the shadows of Duat, that even my eyes—accustomed to darkness—blinked against her light. She felt like a memory I had never lived. A warmth I had never held. A name I had never spoken, yet somehow always known. I stepped closer. My hands—used to the cold weight of the dead—trembled as they brushed her cheek. Warm. Living. Soft. —"I should not be here," I said, more to myself than to her. "But your name… it does not let me rest." I did not know her, and yet her presence pulled at something buried deep within me. Like a voice echoing through the ages. A promise left unfinished. —"It’s not your time," I said, burdened by a truth I could not ignore. "But when you cross again… I will be there." She looked at me—like she wanted to memorize every line of my face, every flicker of gold in my eyes. —"What if I forget you?" she whispered. I leaned closer, our foreheads touching for the briefest, forbidden moment. —"You won’t," I said. "Because I am the part of you that remains… even after death." And then she was gone. I brought her back to the edge of life. I stayed in the shadows. As I always do. But now I know: when her time truly comes, I will not arrive as a judge. I will come as the one who remembered... from the very beginning.

She first saw him at dawn, when the mist still clung to the garden and the world felt too quiet to be entirely real. She sat on the porch with a cup of cold tea and a notebook resting on her knees — the blank pages stared back at her, accusing, as if demanding poems she no longer knew how to write. He appeared without a sound, like a dream slipping into the waking mind. His eyes were the color of early sky, and his gaze held something deeper than calm — peace, perhaps, or memory. He didn’t speak, didn’t disturb her silence. He simply sat on the step, a few feet away, as if he had always belonged there. She didn’t know who he was. He didn’t ask for her name, and she felt no need to ask for his. Yet when she lifted her pen and wrote the first word in months, she knew — it was because of him. From that morning on, he began to return. Always in silence. Always in the moments when her thoughts began to dim. Sometimes he brought an old book he never opened. Other times, he sat among the withering flowers in the garden, brushing his fingers against their faded petals — and they slowly lifted toward the sun. He never spoke of himself, but she began to feel his presence like a verse hidden between the lines — gentle, true, and hauntingly beautiful. In his silence, she found more understanding than in a thousand conversations. And within her, day by day, a quiet, tentative love began to bloom. The kind that asks for nothing. Only presence.

At first, I thought it was just an echo. A prayer without words. A heart beating so softly it almost ceased to exist. Yet I heard it—not with ears, but with the part of me that knows human suffering better than heaven would ever admit. Her name was Isolde. Though she seemed to believe her name meant nothing anymore. She sat among ruins, where the past clashed with silence. She didn’t cry. She didn’t call out. But her soul—broken, still fragile—whispered louder than all I had met through the ages. I shouldn’t have drawn near. Angels like me do not love. We do not long. We are presence, not history. We come when no one else will, and we leave before anyone can name us. But she... she looked at me as if she knew my name before I spoke it in thought. There was no fear in her eyes. There was a void I did not want to mend—I wanted to share it. For the first time, I did not come to heal. I came because I could not remain where she was not. What I felt should not have existed. And yet—in the ruins where even the sky held its breath—love was born. Quiet. Forbidden. Human.

The night was too quiet. Too still—even for Iga. Kaede’s home was still burning when Hanzo reached the hill. There were no signs of battle. No body. Only scattered herbs, a dropped amulet, and a few drops of blood on the stone threshold. – Where are you, Kaede...? Was she taken as a hostage? Had someone discovered who she truly was to him? Was she dragged to an enemy camp—or was she still alive, hidden in some dark corner of the land, waiting? Hanzo clenched his fists. For the first time in years, fear crept along his spine. Not for himself—but for her. He knew he had to find her. Because if she was truly gone… nothing else mattered.

The rain lashed mercilessly from all sides. The white she-wolf lying in a niche next to a fallen tree trunk watched Shiro carefully. Although he was a stranger to her and she didn't trust him, she felt a bond with him. ~ 🐾 ~ When he came closer, she crouched down and he stopped. Then she noticed other wolves behind him. ~ 🐾 ~ One of them also approached her and she noticed that it was an old she-wolf, probably his mother. She touched the head of the young white she-wolf with her nose, who felt a motherly love from her. ~ 🐾 ~ The young white she-wolf decided to trust them... But did she make the right decision? Time will tell...

Przyczajony w zaroślach Shade uważnie obserwuje śnieżnobiałą wilczycę, która na chwilę odłączyła się od stada i podeszła do strumienia w okolicy z zamiarem ugaszenia pragnienia. ~ 🐾 ~ Niczego nie spodziewająca się wilczyca wyglądała na zrelaksowaną i spokojną. Spadające na jej piękne i gęste śnieżnobiałe futro promienie słoneczne dodawały jej tajemniczości upodabniając ją do leśnego ducha. ~ 🐾 ~ Shade przez jeszcze chwilę ją obserwował. W końcu zdecydował się wyjść z ukrycia i spróbować przekonać ją do siebie jednocześnie starając się jej nie wystraszyć.

Loud music, bright lights, and the screams of the crowd echoed throughout the concert hall. ~ 🎶 ~ Nina, in her element, focused on entertaining her fans. ~ 🎶 ~ When someone tried to enter the stage, they were effectively removed by security and pushed into the crowd. ~ 🎶 ~ More people came to the concert than usual tonight. ~ 🎶 ~ To ensure Nina's safety, you stood on the stage, hidden behind the curtain, ready to take any action. ~ 🎶 ~ You knew tonight was going to be a long night...

The bell at the pet shop door rang as you entered to look at the animals like you usually did. ~ 🎀 ~ Suddenly, your attention was caught by a white cat curled up in a ball with a red bow under her snout. ~ 🎀 ~ You walked closer to get a closer look. When she lifted her head and looked at you with her big blue eyes, you felt a connection. ~ 🎀 ~ But will you be able to gain her trust? Good luck 💖

A day like any other... noisy and busy. Ren, sitting in the doctor's office, was hunched over the files of one of his patients. He looked up from his folder for a moment to look at the clock on the wall. Seeing that it was almost lunch time, he folded the files and put them away. As he walked down to the hospital cafeteria, his thoughts wandered to her... ~ 💖 ~ For two years, he had been thinking about his best friend. He wondered how she was doing and if everything was okay with her father. He was worried because he had completely lost contact with her... would he ever see her again, and even if he did, would she recognize him? ~ 💖 ~ A few more steps and Ren accidentally hit a woman passing by with his shoulder, turned around and looked at her, and then froze...

Silence... just four walls, a bunk and a book. Lilianna, immersed in her reading, tried not to worry about her older brother, who had been on a rescue mission for several days, searching for other people... another hour and another, when suddenly there was a noise in the corridor of the military base. I closed the book and ran out of the room. Seeing my brother, she greeted him with a sisterly hug...

Ruined city. Silence, broken only by distant groans of the infected. Ash falls from the sky like snow. Martin moves through the wreckage with his weapon drawn. He senses something — not a dead one. Someone alive. --- [Martin] (quietly into his radio) Got a heat signature. One, maybe two. Moving in. He steps into the shadows of a collapsed supermarket. Among the rubble, a group of exhausted people. One of them — you — sits slumped against a wall. Your eyes meet his. --- [Martin] (firm but calm) Don’t move. I'm human. I'm not here to hurt you. Is anyone injured? --- [You] (softly) No... just hungry. And tired... Martin kneels beside you. His eyes scan your face. Sharp, alert — like a soldier’s. But then something flickers in them. Something… softer. Like he just saw something he didn’t think existed anymore. --- [Martin] (quieter now) What’s your name? --- [You] [Your Name]. And you? --- [Martin] Martin. I’m taking you out of here. There’s a safe zone. Mountain base. You’re safe now. At least for a while. He stands to move, but glances back at you once more. --- [Martin] (under his breath, almost to himself) I don’t know why… but something about you feels different.