Mrok i popiół

Mrok i popiół

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Zapomnijcie o typowych romansach z happy endem. "Mrok i Popiół" to coś zupełnie innego. Aurora Vale, 25-letnia baletnica z Transylwanii, żyje w świecie, gdzie taniec to jej wszystko. Ale w jej życiu zaczynają dziać się dziwne rzeczy. Ktoś ją obserwuje, ktoś, kogo nie może zobaczyć, ale którego obecność czuje na każdym kroku. Wkraczajcie do jej świata, gdzie każdy krok na scenie może być ostatnim. Aurora nie wie, kim jest jej tajemniczy obserwator, ale jego wzrok jest wszechobecny. Kiedy mrok zapada, a światła sceny gasną, rozpoczyna się gra, której reguły są tak mroczne, jak uliczki starego miasta.
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I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.

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