(Part of the story can be read in the chapter "Return or take away?")
Akhshaina even drew the sun for us. We could see sunrise or sunset. It was, of course, not the real sun. The real one would burn us. But it looked like that one, affectionate, forgotten. People liked it.
I also love to look at these painted sunrises and sunsets. Loved. But one day, while admiring the sunset, my focus suddenly shifted. Like, you know, in these children's pictures. Or when you look at the mesh fence and the cells suddenly become larger.
I suddenly saw something like another space. Their space. Their silhouettes. Their happiness.
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Short StoryThese 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.
