(Part of the story can be read in the chapter "So, you say, he'll come")
Sea was busy. I approached several times, but he did not pay attention to me, did not materialize next to me. He just constantly drew something on his black surface. Sometimes I saw his silhouette, somewhere in the distance. He threw patterned layers into the clouds, and the sky was painted with a sacred ornament. People sat on the edge of their rooms and watched Sea paints. I felt his joy. Can one be so happy about the upcoming meeting with the enemy? Is it possible, right?
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סיפור קצרThese are short stories, small stories, excerpts from books on arts of Ol Albireo. Here are mysticism, science fiction, fantasy, novels. Here are the diamond city and worlds under the rule of Emperors. Magical and, seemingly, ordinary.
