Истории Symbolism

When Night falls, the World remembers its Balance. PJ Masks Five: The Myth of Balance continues the story of the Heroes we grew up with - now tested by legacy, emotion, and destiny. New heroes rise beside them: Drake Von Romas (Draco), heir to a secret experiment that sought to forge power through pain; Kiera Delfin (Dolphina), the Seventh Guardianess of the Seas whose empathy can calm storms; and Howard Lucian Kestrel (Technocrat), a mind that seeks to heal what reason once broke.

Rated 16+ (Profanity, Violence) Fanmade series as a temporary vessel based on The Amazing World of Gumball (TAWOG), created as a divergent reality from the original show. It explores core events such as the Void Conflict (TAWOG S4-6)-set in a different time setting which is a few years ahead from the original continuum, featuring a different main antagonist, which is yet to be revealed. Some chapters take inspiration based on episodes from the original canon, because again, it's a divergent timeline. This book will be equivalent to seven volumes with over 200 chapters in total, mimicking the show's episodic pacing, with some connected plots. Also including a book series based off season 7 (TWWWOG), which... Basically sums it up to seven book series. All characters are humanized in a 2.5D combined with an Anime-inspired artstyle, with original, non-canon, and fanon characters introduced. Some of which are speculated based on the original lore. The setting for this divergent timeline is set three years ahead (2014) with some references that may be ahead of its time (say from 2020-current year). The floating timeline isn't applied to TDWOG anymore, which indicates that young characters like Gumball, Darwin, and other peers have now aged up to 13-16 years old, amplifying their personalities in a more grounded setting. Regarding the non-canon/fanon characters introduced, an additional member of the Wattersons added: Clark Watterson. • Appearance: will be featured in the first chapter. • The rest of the Character Designs: to be revealed.

This story has been on my mind for months, slowly taking shape. Floria Hours is a soft, slow-burn love story about Taehyung and Jungkook, two people from different worlds who find comfort in each other over time. It's a forbidden kind of love, built quietly through shared moments and unspoken feelings. There is conflict, but also warmth, growth, and a love that unfolds patiently, leading to a happy ending. There will be content warnings,read it carefully and proceed with the story only if you are comfortable!🙌 HAPPY READING🤌😚

An unknown high-dimensional civilization, mysterious creatures, a dimensional fantasy continent connected to reality, and a new martial arts world. A fantasy continent, intricate foreshadowing, a heartwarming tone, animal companions, Oriental aesthetics, and an uncharted world. A pitiful soul yet the chosen one; born with great potential, but his wings were broken by enemies. Persisting in growth despite being besieged on all sides, bravely venturing into sacred domains even amid ambushes. Finally awakening his talents, yet destined to face endless trials. ‼️ ACT FAST! LIMITED TIME GIVEAWAY ‼️ Enter the official Goodreads Giveaway to get a FREE Kindle copy of Hidden Wings. Ends Soon! https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/423466-hidden-wings-volume-1-of-the-legend-of-shenzhi-guardian

This is an alternate timeline, fractured and unstable, where canon does not unfold as it should. You are an outsider to this reality. Carrying a golden light that only resonates to you. Unlike any power known before, it does not conquer-it resonates, quietly altering the Planet, the city and the choices of those stand near it. In this altered reality, only one being understands what you truly are-Sephiroth, existing between death, memory, and the Lifestream. You do not fight him. Not to fix him. You stay. The Golden Girl is a slow-burn Final Fantasy VII alternate universe that focuses on atmosphere, emotional restraint, and the cost of staying in a world that was never meant to keep you. This story is not combat-driven and does not follow the main game's progression. It explores Sephiroth through stillness rather than conflict, and love through silence rather than possession. If you are seeking action or adventure, this may not be the story you're looking for. If you are drawn to something that lingers, introspection, and quiet tragedy, then this might for you.

A writer Arthur Denian, burdened with melancholia and in dire need of writing at least something to earn his living, arrives in a town in Wales, Crickhowell, in search of inspiration. There he meets a local doctor, Charles Golden who, at times fulfilling the dreams of his youth, creats paintings. The two men grow close and, even more, Charles becomes Arthur's muse. Strange occurrences begin to take place in the town: the number of deaths among the local sheep rises, followed by odd circumstances. As the months spent in the town unfold, Charles's paintings begin to merge his nightmares with reality, drawing Arthur into them.

~Sheesh mahal na mujho suhayee Tujh sang sukhi roti bhayee~ SHARVARI KHURANA X SHIVANSH AGNIHOTRI ~Broken heart x healer of hearts ~ Sixteen years ago, on the sacred night of Mahashivratri, a temple meant for devotion turned into a place of ashes. Bells that once rang in prayer echoed with chaos, and a young girl walked away from the flames carrying a past she never truly escaped. She grew up believing in distance-distance from faith, from love, from anything that could break her again. Then came Shivansh Agnihotri A man of quiet strength and unwavering devotion. A man who prayed even for the one who had stopped praying. Where she saw fractures, he saw faith. Where she saw ashes, he saw ascension. She never thought she would fall in love. He made her fall harder every single day. Her Shiv His Shakti *Shakti ke bina Shiv shav hai* *Aur Shiv ke bina Shakti adhoori* Bound by destiny, haunted by the past, and pulled together by something far deeper than love, their story is one of devotion and destruction, faith and fracture. When the past rises again from the ashes of that forgotten night, they must face a truth that could either destroy them... or turn their devotion into something eternal.

Aleksandr Lovayd is a pianist who has spent his life in the shadow of his brother Egon-the family prodigy shaped by their demanding father to dominate the world stage. After Egon dies under suspicious circumstances, Aleksandr is left with a distant, grieving wife, Lisa, a father who treats affection like a transaction, and the unresolved trauma of their sister's death. The only thing found near Egon in his final moments was a single red rose-an odd detail Aleksandr tries, and fails, to dismiss. Soon, the same red rose begins to appear across the city, left beside a series of supposed suicides. What first seems like coincidence becomes a pattern Aleksandr can't ignore. Whispers spread of a figure the city calls the White Reaper-someone who stages his victims' final moments with unsettling precision. And as these deaths drift closer to Aleksandr's own life, he's forced to confront a chilling possibility: the Reaper isn't just haunting the city-he may be circling him.

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

A story that centers around a toyger who was born in a circus then left for a greater purpose with genuine connections in life.

A short story about loneliness after love. This is not a love story. This was written in real pain and emotions. Inspirations: (500) Days of Summer, White Nights, The Less I know the Better - Tame Impala and some songs by the band, "The Smiths" Based on the author's personal experience with his first love, exaggerated for story purposes.

When the beast fell, the village chose who the monster was.

"Every individual has subjectivity, everyone wants their subjectivity to be validated..." On a quiet, moonlit night, you found yourself alone at the scenery of a calm garden. You start to question whether such beauty could truly exist in this world. You already know that the answer does not exist... You spent your time thinking pondering what even matters in the first place. And then, she appeared... Someone who you forgot but you are deeply familiar with, she gazes into your soul not with the intent to harm, but to heal you instead. Together, you ponder the true meaning of this world with philosophical views and logical analogies. To focus entirely on defining the world, you find yourself together with her... Alone in the quiet, moonlit pavilion, a place that shouldn't exist.

It's not everyday that the Town Hall bell of Hermitsville rings. So when the chime reached Xisuma's ears, he knew something was wrong. "Xisuma, you're told to grab the briefcase." or The Hermits are told to move into the city and work for The Devil's Casino, which is owned by Xisuma's twin brother. OG post date - October 19, 2022 OG finish date - February 16, 2023

Three princesses. Three princes. One dangerous destiny. When their duty forced them return to their kingdom after eleven years, they walk straight into war, lies, and a stepmother who wants them dead. Love becomes power. And destiny becomes unavoidable. This is a story of three couples, two kingdoms, and one prophecy that binds them all- whether they want it or not. Welcome to Dance of Destiny- where love is a weapon, truth is a trap, and fate chooses who gets to win.

Snow was the true mercy of it That one harsh and honest thing Pure and melts in your hot palm Every ring made you sing and swing read on and discover the secrets of nature. The kind that is not taught to you in school, the kind life doesn't prepare you for. Live Yours XOXO Please read, vote, and comment!

He mastered the power of language. He balanced harmony and chaos. He became the Crowned Wordsmith of Verbosia. But what happens... when words begin to disappear? When letters fade from books, when voices weaken mid-sentence, when even Verbosia trembles under a creeping hush - Sesquipedalian must face a force more terrifying than jagged syllables or violent verbs. A force called Silence. And this time, long words may not be enough.

Margins Were Never Enough is a mythic chronicle of a woman who refused to compress her mind to fit the rooms she entered. Written in the tone of preserved manuscripts, this first chronicle traces the awakening of a voice once measured by narrow margins- and the architecture she built beyond them. Through archives of unsent letters, cathedrals of language, and winds that no longer explain themselves, the narrative explores articulation, discernment, and sovereign becoming. This is not a story of rebellion. It is a study of expansion. For those who have ever been told to shorten themselves, this manuscript offers something rarer than validation: Vastness A new chapter will be unveiled each week.

'Even her smile seemed to be shaped like the Lotus petal; his face was the Sun that nurtured and lit Chola Nadu.' In the deep politics and morals of royalty in Chola Nadu arrives the Sun, the Lotus and all that would symbolize the growth and expansion of the Cholas. A Vaishnava prophecy, a Shaiva symbol, and uniting both sects while the power in the Kingdom keeps trying to shift with the extensive net of manipulations woven by multiple chieftains, women and many more than one realizes. Love will stabilize Chola Nadu, in each and every form. But only when the Lotus and Sun cross paths. A Ponniyin Selvan AU. { Book 1 of PadmaPaada Shanka Chakra Rekhadhara series } ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.