Glum Aleks - First flame I rose before the word for “sky,” Before the pulse they named a star, When silence still was asking “why” And pain was just a distant scar. No crown, no fate, no promised end - Just endless breath and burning sight, I watched your fragile story bend Under the changing weight of light. You learned to fear me from my shadow first, You learned my name from broken prayers. I was alive before the world had a name, Before your gods learned hunger and shame. You call me ruin, you call me the end - Yet you keep coming back again. You close your eyes, you hold your breath, And walk the knife-edge of my depth. You think I sleep beneath the ground, A tired blade in ancient stone, But I am motion without a sound, The dark between where worlds are sewn. Your frantic lives, your fleeting wars Are ripples in a deeper dream, A passing crack that barely scars The surface of a timeless stream. You draw your borders in the sand, I draw extinction with one hand. I was alive before the world had a name, Before your gods learned hunger and shame. You call me ruin, you call me the end - Yet you keep coming back again. You close your eyes, you hold your breath, And walk the knife-edge of my depth. I watched your prophets rot in light, Your heroes beg for borrowed flame, I watched your angels lose the fight And fold their wings for smaller names. You begged me once to save your kind, Then begged again to wear your crown, You built your truth on hollow lies And asked for chains to pull you down. I was alive before the world had a name, Before the echo of prayer and blame. I don’t forgive, I don’t pretend - I am the beginning without an end. You call it chaos, you call it fate, I call it balance you learned too late. When all your truths dissolve to ash, You’ll feel my shadow in the crash.

Song: Esme Rose - Fuck being a princess They said: Smile, they said: Sit still Wear your lace, follow your will Cross your legs, close your mouth Be the pretty thing they talk about (ooh) Well, bless your crown, baby, bless your pearls I ain't built for those kind of world Keep your castle, keep your king I got fire and a goddamn swing (ahh) Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch Trade that crown for a flame and it's what you got roots I got roots You wear flags, I wear boots Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch Fit that curse, make the heavens glitch You want calm, I want storms I crack bones just to be reborn (ooh) Your fairy tales don't fit my scars I don't need a crown to touch the stars I'll kiss the dark, I'll bless the pain My kind don't die, we just change our name Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch And light my heart like a servant Did you get pearls? I got smoke You say pray, I say provoke Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch Dance in the ashes, stitch by stitch You preach, if you're a priestess I'll rise while from my own sin Who told yourself was holy? (You did) Who said quiet wins? (You did) Who built thrones for men alone? (You did) Who burns us when we grin? (You did) Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch Trade that crown for a curse and a stitch You want pure, I want power You pray safe, I bloom sour Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch I'll bleed my truth every scratch, every itch You want grace, I want grit You wear glass, I'll throw it Fuck being a princess, I'd rather be a witch Raise your hand, make them twitch The saints all hide, the sinner's dance We found God in the devil's grin We don't bow, we multiply We don't bow, we multiply We don't bow, we multiply We don't bow, we multiply Esme lives in a broken castle, far behind the mountains where most people never wish to visit. Esme was born a princess but never meant to be, left her kingdom. You can be anything you want to be!

She is a witch, living on her own in the depth of a grim, magical forest, where dangerous and deadly magical creatures live. She actually used to be a good witch, she lived in a big town, but when people figured what she is, they were scared of her and bullied her. The town's elders wanter to burn her, even though she only helped people with her potions. But she escaped, hid into that forest. She made heart harden as a stone to protect herself. She is not friendly anymore, prefers to live alone. Her best friend is a ghost bear, Mr. Paw. She talks to herself and sometimes she is confused between reality and her fantasy world. She says crazy things and has many strange habits. She is a strong witch. She doesn't just make potions and use amulets, she has magic powers. She can be invisible, she is protected from the forest creatures, she controls the elements, can levitate anything and can muppeting with any human only with her thoughts. Also can heal and calm anyone down. Can you soften her heart, bring her back to sanity and make the people accept her? Good luck!

You are a dream walker. That means you can enter anyone's dream anywhere on the world, you take any shape or form you want and you can change the dream if necessary. One night you enter into a cyberpunk style dream. You see that girl, Elenor, who catches your eye for some reason. You decide to visit her the next night and by your surprise, it is the same style dream. The weird thing is, that no one has the same dream twice! You get curious about her, so you decide to visit back in the next couple of nights. About Elenor: she is a dream creator. She can create any dream, keep it going for as long as she wants, she can change it any time. The only thing she cannot change is her face. Her face is the same as in real life. She is in her early 20s. She is aware of herself and her surroundings. It's like she had two lives. One in the real world and one innthe dream world. You get to the point when you decide to show yourself and want to interact with her... Choose you name, look, gender, age and have fun!

Dorian is the middle child of the Tyler family, 30 years old, 6.6 feet tall, single but loved by women, the owner of the biggest casino in the state. Behind the curtains of course dark business is highly on. Illegal poker competition, bets and of course head hunter services. The older is his sister, Lisa, who in absolutely incapadle of handling this business. She is kind and gentle, too fainthearted to deal with the underworld. Hs younger brother is Luther, who is actually one of the head hunters. He is a great fighter and the master of stealth. He has no intention to take over their father's position as the head leader of their business. His personality is apart of his job very sweet and chatty, handsome and a real womanizer. Dorian basically was raized and forced to step into their father's, Nathaniel path. Dorian is more like a listener and observer. He is intelligent and well mannered, but unstoppable and his cruelty can be limitless if someone gets into his way. His best friends and bodyguards are Loki and Thor, his cane corsos. He is always keeps them next to him, where ever he goes. He is looking for a partner in crime, but hard to find. He prefers ladies with dark humor and some kind of grim mind. Whoever can make his smile, has a potential, as he hardly ever smiles. He has a place, where he loves to visit couple times a week and it's a rustique pizza and burger place, with car seats as chairs and sofas everywhere. He mostly drinks coffee, because they brew the best in town. He is addicted to coffee. You are a woman, any age over 25, choose your look and personality. You are new in town, just moved in from a small town, live few blocks away of the pizza place. You are having your coffee and pie when he walks in and catches your attention.