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Fantasy and cyberpunk story. Sequel of the Under the upside down sky. But it can be read as an independent story. Many years had passed since the first part. This is supposed to be the third part. There is no second one yet, may be one fine day I'll write it. Sybil, a very dexterous thief, tries to survive on the planet which had been taken by Invaders, who killed all the adults

Because random moments or meetings can change a whole life, and because everyday is a new experience of lifetime, why not letting your heartbeats guide you in the shadow of the firelight ?

He is a jester and a sinner, ugly, hated, hiding behind a red veil of forbidden pleasures, a product of dangerous darkness and a child of black vice. He is a poet and a dreamer, caressed by everyone's love, hiding behind a bright curtain of pretended sparkling happiness, a creation of falsehood and sincerity. He is the hero and the villain in this story, two sides of the same card, a demon with angel wings and a saint with a devil's lance in his hand. He is the one who has been running away from himself all this time. Warning: both of heroes are NOT Marko, and if somewhere I write about the Creator, to whom the audience comes, then this is just one of the facets of our Mr. Saaresto. Otherwise, everything is fiction, I don't want to look into Marko's soul, this is my image, the way I wanted to see my hero.

This is how the requiem loves its Harlequin: bitter truth, stinging in a tongue accustomed to sweets, the fire of a candle lit in the midst of a coal-dark night, fragments from porcelain chains that have collapsed at his feet. The time of illusions is over, the Magician came after Death, replacing the Fool... Harlequin grins, throwing up his hand to the sky. His dance is the agony of a dying man, the last convulsions of a fading body.

Français / English Six hommes, un groupe, trois histoires : Poets Of The Fall I - Après dix ans, rien n'avait changé entre eux. Leurs sentiments, toujours intacts, ne pouvaient pas de nouveau les faire souffrir. Sauraient-ils enfin se regarder, se parler, comme des années plus tôt ? Sauraient-ils enfin vivre cet amour ? II - Qui étaient-ils vraiment l'un pour l'autre ? De simples amis, avides d'expérimenter ? Ou est-ce que leur relation n'avait pas une vocation plus profonde, à l'instar de leurs plus proches amis ? III - Entre la jalousie et le doute, comment trouver un équilibre, et voir enfin ce que leurs yeux ont toujours refusé de voir ? Peut-on aimer dès le premier regard sans le savoir ? Peut-on et doit-on apprendre à aimer ? _______________________________________ Six men, a band, three stories : Poets Of The Fall I - After ten years, nothing had changed between them. Their feelings, still intact, couldn't hurt them anymore. Would they finally be able to look at each other, talk to each other, as years ago ? Will they finally be able to live this love ? II - Who were they really for each other ? Simple friends, eager to experiment ? Or didn't their relationship have a deeper meaning, like their closest friends? III - Between jealousy and doubt, how to find a balance, and finally see what their eyes have always refused to see ? Can we love from the first look without knowing it ? Can we and should we learn to love ?

Just a little story about two of my favorite musicans

Did this story lead him here? To the wreckage of a dead cabaret, where now only the wind sings? To the fragments of the former cage from which his heart, screaming after her, was torn? Back to the carnival, which turned into ashes along with the daydream shop and dancing with acrobats Harlequin? The last page is open, but contrary to the expected ending, there are only empty lines in it. Cover by @now_wha._.t from Instagram

Your not alone

Just some imagination what happens after the curtain drops...

A collection of romance stories inspired by the music of Poets of the Fall. New stories will be added occasionally ~~New and improved cover by @StarryKnightDreams~~

A girl wants to try controlled dreams. How will this end?

For all you out there that can't sleep like me

The title says it all ❤

"Find the lady of the light Gone mad with the night That is how you reshape destiny" Based on song: "The Poet and The Muse" by Poets of the fall

''Come feed the rain 'Cause I'm thirsty for your love Dancing underneath the skies of lust [...] Ooh, when the world is burning Don't walk away, don't walk away Ooh, when the heart is yearning'' When it comes to music, we are able to express a lot of emotions, which without it can become hard to tame, pressing us to the ground with all their might. It will also angle for the outburst, close enough to the one with the Vesuvius of those very old times. We have no real impact on how the wave bounces up and down by the wind, to finally hit the surface and drown into the sea once more. But one thing we can be totally sure of. When you least expect it, you bump into someone so special, that every love song makes us into thinking about them and the lyrics start to make sense, just out of the blue. And even if the chances to be with them would escape from us far away, melody of their soul will stay imprinted in our hearts and stay with us forever, paralyzing for some short periods of time. Sometimes making us feel tearily delighted, the other times coming in with tones of pain, in order to hardly leak from our chests. But you know what? True love is always able to find you - even if that way would be full of spikes and traps laying all around - and will survive everything. And this is how I fell head over ears in you, with everything starting totally unexpected some rainy, gloomy morning.

He, dancing with fire, with the very flame of life, is now dancing in the darkness, not seeing anything at a distance of even a few steps. All that is remain for him is the gamble, eternal, tired, constantly changing its rules, and Hamartia can either fall like a stone to the very bottom, or fly, spreading wings that have grown from the ashes. Which he doesn't have. ... Firedancer is probably one of the most difficult songs for writing for me, it is... so full of some kind of cosmic, incredibly deep meaning, so beautiful that all attempts to convey it in your own words are doomed to failure in advance. But I tried. Hamartia is mine, as I understand it. Marko could put completely different meanings into this hero, so I apologize for my free interpretation.