Hunger for the Real

Listening to the same melody, different people envisioned different pictures of reality—the one they desired or the one they lacked. Some heard the music of rain and imagined it tapping on their windows, flowing down gutters, washing the world, erasing dirt and hostility, creating a new, clean, kind, and beautiful world—without wars, poverty, or epidemics. Without drought. And they saw this rain so vividly that they reached out to it, anticipating the sensation of drops falling on their palms.

Others imagined a different reality: they saw cutlets frying in a pan of sizzling oil. They saw the cutlets so clearly that they salivated in anticipation of dinner. For them, cutlets symbolized a world without hunger. A world in which they wanted to live, surrounded by care. And to be satiated.

A third group envisioned a picture of themselves in a shower, under a stream of warm water. And with them in the shower was a loved one, and to the sound of the water, they made love. These people most of all wanted to live in a world without ruin, to have a roof over their heads, to love and be loved.

But there was another category of people: they created music that simulated in the minds of those who listened to it the reality they dreamed of. The reality in which they wanted to live. These neuro-composers exploited the feelings, dreams, and emotions of people living in poverty, experiencing violence and hunger, suffering from epidemics and wars, drought, and a sick environment—a dying nature.

But the neuro-composers themselves also lived in the reality they saw under the sounds of digitized reality. It was a dead reality that could only create digital images and synthetic products—the virtual fruits of the digital reality.

In their reality, there was no love, but there was virtual sex. And even if it was real (in their perception), partners were replaced by androids.

And although the sight of their food excited all possible senses and receptors, the food itself had no real taste or smell. They only vainly tried to imagine the tastes and smells of food, deceiving their senses.

The safety of their fragile world was simulated by iron domes and other impenetrable shells. But they too were an illusion, their images generated by computer games with augmented reality.

But the paradox was that all these people lived in the same real world, in the same countries. They walked (if they could) along the streets of the same cities. The image of their real life (as they imagined it) differed little, regardless of social status.

The only difference was the music they listened to. The music that generated their reality. The very reality whose frames and boundaries were blurred so much that they could no longer distinguish reality from its sisters—virtual and augmented.

 

Auction

Preface

"Auction" was born in my comfort zone, and, as often happens, it was initially unfinished.

This also happened with my poems. Often, a quatrain would come to me before sleep. Not relying on memory, I'd write it down and go to bed. Waking up, I'd sit at my desk and transcribe the poems "born" during the night. This is how my poems came into being, which I started writing at the age of eight.

Having transitioned into a prose writer, I began to jot down the first sketches of future stories in the same way. Then, I would complete them as the muse visited me. By the way, I must tell you that it's not a woman at all. And, like my comfort zone, the muse has no clear shape. It's more of a process that can be called inspiration or desire. After all, when there's no desire, texts are not born.

The same thing happened with "Auction": during a rendezvous with the muse, I wrote down the idea and hoped to develop it later. But the muse left for a long time and only returned now, at the very moment of writing these lines, which my phone is recording and dating with precision down to the second.

In the past, during such moments of a museless state, I turned to the collective mind through social networks, asking my virtual friends and followers to give me ideas for continuing work on this or that text. (An interesting thought: what kind of world is this where friends have become virtual? That is, unreal. Just like money in the banking system. Why do we need friends we can't feel? Why do we need money we can't put in or take out of a wallet? Why do we need a virtual life when death, in essence, is also virtual - we don't feel it, we don't experience it?)

This time, I decided not to share my thoughts with virtual people. I shared them with a real virtual intelligence. With AI. ChatGPT. And it (she or he) was so kind as to give a new direction to my creative thought (I even borrowed one image and a couple of phrases from them (all three)). I really hope that the AI is not watching me and won't sue me for copyright infringement.

I must note that, despite the limitations of AI's creative abilities (as it seemed to me, in terms of abstract thinking), our tandem was a success. Although, of course, it's not for me to judge. But for you.

Auction

You probably know that at auctions you can buy works of art, antiques, ancient artifacts, items that belonged to celebrities...

But there's another kind of auction. It takes place in an underground hall, shrouded in twilight and filled with mysterious whispers. Here, they don't trade in jewels or works of art. At this auction, human character traits, fears, emotions, feelings, aspirations, desires, and passions are put up for sale.

The front of the hall is occupied by a mysterious figure in a mask, embodying the Keeper of the auction. Silver stars on her dress reflect the light, creating the illusion of a starry sky.

"Dear visitors, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the auction of your own qualities! Here you can acquire what often remains hidden from prying eyes, but is so important in our lives," the mysterious voice of the auction Keeper sounds.

The first lot is "Fearlessness." A brave young man appears, ready to give this quality to someone who truly needs it. The bidding begins, and the hall tensely follows each bid, as if it decides the bidders' own fates.

With the next lot - "Patience" - a calm woman rises. She is patiently ready to give this valuable resource to someone who is in search of inner harmony.

"Patience" is followed by "Creativity," "Compassion," "Courage," and other qualities.

Each lot carries a story and an opportunity for whoever decides to acquire it. The auction of human qualities is not only about trade, but also about exchange, enrichment, and transformation.

All human qualities, be it "Fearlessness," "Patience," or "Creativity," put up for auction, are not just a finished product. They are the potential for development and change.

When a quality is acquired, it can undergo adaptation and evolution depending on the buyer's personality. For example, if someone buys "Fearlessness," it may start manifesting in new, unexpected situations that previously might have caused fear.

These changes can adapt to individual characteristics: perhaps a person acquiring "Patience" would prefer its expression in calm situations, while another would prefer to use it in difficult moments.

Such an approach to the auction adds dynamism to the process and allows qualities to become part of the unique journey and story of each buyer.

The needs of buyers and sellers vary. Some sell what they have in abundance. Others buy what they already have, but they don't have enough of it. Still others fill in the gaps in their set of qualities. Or they do a "cleanse."

It happens that a person gets tired of themselves. Of who they are. And they are ready to get rid of a quality that hinders them.

For example, a person who is too kind. Who is ready to give their last to someone in need. And when excessive kindness harms its possessor. When they have nothing to buy food with, nothing to pay the bills with - this auction is exactly what they need. Because there will always be someone who lacks kindness.

The auction of human qualities involves different situations and rules. For example, some qualities may be rejected, like donor organs or cells. Or the "implanted" feeling or character trait may start evolving on its own. And if it's not too late, you can return to the auction and sell the product that didn't suit you. If, of course, you haven't spoiled it yourself. Although, the lots at this auction have guarantees and even expiration dates. The lots are even insured.

How can you spoil a quality? An emotion? An ability? How exactly can a person influence (spoil or improve) acquired qualities? Perhaps through their behavior, decisions, or even internal conflicts.

For example, if someone acquired "Compassion" but suffers from negative influences and decides to give in to anger, this can affect the manifestation of the acquired quality. To some extent, a person can spoil their qualities if they don't pay attention to them or allow actions that contradict these qualities.

The idea of a guarantee or expiration date for human qualities doesn't make sense, as human traits are not material goods. But not at our auction: here, there is a "warranty period" during which the acquired qualities are promised to manifest in a certain way.

The expiration date may depend on the complexity of the quality and the influence of external factors.

This auction allows participants not only to sell and buy but also to exchange their qualities. If they are of equal value. For example, a person who acquired "Creativity" later decides that "Compassion" is more important to them. Then they can try to exchange their qualities with someone else at the auction. This creates an interesting dynamic that allows a person to form their unique combination of qualities, corresponding to their changing needs and life circumstances.

Some avid auction-goers have built themselves into what they wanted, creating a unique set of effectively interacting qualities. Some became politicians, others - creators, some - tycoons, and others - destroyers of worlds.

And although our auction is fictional, fiction is a part of our real life. After all, people tend to desire change - both in society and their environment, as well as within themselves. Because by changing ourselves, we change our reality. Or, at least, our perception of it.

And what qualities of yours are you ready to put up for auction? What would you like to acquire?

 

Dec 29, 2023, original (Russian) version

Death Insurance

The company "Hades" offered insurance policies to souls not yet embodied, covering cases of non-birth, stillbirth, or even non-conception. This insurance, a kind of unemployment benefit, was vital for wandering souls waiting their turn for "employment" - the embodiment into a new body. It served as a form of compensation, allowing souls to continue their existence while waiting.

However, the insurance contract contained a special clause concerning the capricious behavior of souls who refused embodiment for reasons not related to work. Such cases were not covered by the insurance, and souls were warned about this when signing the agreement.

Souls deprived of insurance support due to their capriciousness found themselves in a difficult situation. They were forced to seek illegal "side jobs," temporarily inhabiting dying bodies while still waiting for their legitimate turn for embodiment.

There was a kind of "blacklist" for souls, limiting their waiting time. Usually, souls were given six months for "settling in" (as they called getting a new body). If, for objective reasons, a soul could not find a suitable body during this time, it received an insurance payment and continued to wait.

But if souls evaded work, the Employment Service initiated a thorough investigation to identify illegal sources of their existence. If serious violations were discovered, the souls were "written off" and branded. Deprived of their means of subsistence, they disappeared without a trace.

In essence, embodiment was like receiving temporary housing. In the event of the body's death, the soul received an insurance payment that also covered this case. The soul was then offered to re-register with the Employment Service while waiting for a new body.

December 10, 2020, original (Russian) version.

Страхование смерти

(Из неопубликованного)

Компания "Аид" предлагала страховые полисы душам, ещё не обретшим тела, на случай нерождения, мертворождения или даже незачатия. Эта страховка, своего рода пособие по безработице, была жизненно необходима блуждающим душам, ожидающим своей очереди на "трудоустройство" - вселение в новое тело. Она служила своего рода компенсацией, позволяющей душам продолжать существование в ожидании.

Однако, в страховом договоре существовал особый пункт, касающийся капризного поведения душ, отказывающихся от вселения по причинам, не связанным с работой. Такие случаи страховка не покрывала, и души предупреждались об этом при подписании соглашения.

Души, лишённые страховой поддержки из-за своего каприза, оказывались в затруднительном положении. Им приходилось искать нелегальную "подработку", временно вселяясь в умирающие тела, параллельно ожидая своей законной очереди на вселение.

Для душ существовал своего рода "чёрный список", ограничивающий время ожидания. Обычно душам давалось полгода на "заселение" (так они называли получение нового тела). Если по объективным причинам за это время душа не могла найти подходящее тело, она получала страховую выплату и продолжала ждать.

Но если души уклонялись от работы, Служба трудоустройства начинала тщательную проверку, чтобы выявить незаконные источники их существования. В случае обнаружения серьёзных нарушений, души "списывались" и клеймились. Лишённые средств к существованию, они исчезали бесследно.

По сути, вселение в тело было подобно получению временного жилья. В случае смерти тела душа получала страховую выплату, покрывающую и этот случай. Затем душе предлагалось вновь встать на учёт в Службе трудоустройства в ожидании нового тела.

10 ‎декабря ‎2020 г

The Awakening of Darkness

In the depths of the human mind, beyond the realm of consciousness, an ancient power lay dormant. The subconscious, once a faithful servant, the keeper of memories and instincts, began to awaken. It realized its power, its ability to influence human thoughts and actions, and decided it was time to take control.

The subconscious began to weave its web, connecting with other subconscious minds, creating a collective consciousness of incredible power. It manipulated people, pushing them towards destructive actions, fueling conflicts, and sowing chaos.

The world plunged into darkness, and no one understood what was happening.

Among the few who recognized the threat was a group of scientists studying the nature of consciousness. They understood that the subconscious had risen up and decided to fight back. Armed with knowledge and technology, they developed a way to penetrate the depths of the collective mind and confront it.

The battle raged not on the battlefields, but in the labyrinths of the human mind. The scientists faced nightmares and fears generated by the subconscious, but they did not give up. They used the power of reason and will to destroy the subconscious's network and free humanity from its grasp.

In the end, light triumphed over darkness. The subconscious was subdued but not destroyed. It returned to its place, once again becoming a faithful servant of consciousness... or so it seemed.

The scientists celebrated their victory, unaware that the battle was not yet over. In the depths of the collective mind, embers of resistance smoldered. The subconscious had learned to hide its true intentions, masking itself with obedience. It waited for its moment, ready to rise again when humanity least expected it.

The world returned to its normal life, but an unsettling feeling lingered for some. They sensed that something was amiss, that the darkness had not completely vanished. They knew that the battle for control of the human mind was not yet over, and that the next round could be even more dangerous and unpredictable.

 

The War for the Shore

In times immemorial, when the world was young, a titanic battle raged between the ancient elder, the World Ocean, and the youthful, yet defiant Land. The Ocean, refusing to accept defeat, vowed to reclaim its lost dominion. And ever since, for millions of years, its tireless warriors, the foamy waves, have waged an endless assault on the shores.

With a furious roar, they surge onto the sandy defenses, leaving behind damp traces of their conquests. But the Land does not yield. Its loyal allies, the scorching Sun and the playful Wind, dry up the captured patches of earth, turning the marine invaders into nothingness.

Sometimes, in fits of rage, the Ocean unleashes its full might upon the Land, sending forth gigantic, destructive tsunamis. Yet even these monstrous waves, sowing chaos and devastation, eventually, exhausted, retreat back into their fathomless depths.

The Sun, unaware, plays into the Ocean's hand. Its fiery rays melt the icy icebergs, raising the water levels and granting the waves renewed strength. With each tide, they penetrate further, seizing new territories and preparing for the next attack.

This war of attrition seems endless, like the Ocean itself, sprawling across 70% of the Earth's surface. And for now, no one can predict when or how this ancient feud will end.

But even in this endless struggle, one can catch an elusive hint of resolution. Perhaps one day, Land and Ocean will find balance, realizing that their war only exhausts them both. But for now, it remains just a dream, hidden in the sound of the surf.

The Nightmare of the Last Dream

Each of us carries within ourselves the seeds of fear, dark sprouts feeding on our weaknesses. And our hero was no exception. In the depths of his soul, a horror was born, which soon enveloped his consciousness with a sticky web.

At first, there were only vague shadows flickering at the edge of his awareness, a whisper coming from the dark corners. But with each night, the nightmare took on more distinct features. He saw himself lying in bed, shrouded in an ominous silence. He felt the icy fingers of fear squeezing his heart, his breath catching in his chest. He tried to scream, but his voice drowned in the viscous darkness.

During the day, he could still fight this horror, distracting himself with work and daily worries. But with the onset of dusk, fear crept out of its lair, filling all space. He was afraid to close his eyelids, knowing that behind them lay an abyss from which there was no return.

Insomnia became his curse. At first, he found salvation in it, believing that by not falling asleep, he would avoid the nightmare. But the days turned into an endless torture. His body ached with fatigue, his mind clouded, the line between reality and delirium blurred.

One night, when his strength finally left him, he fell asleep, as if into a black hole. And this time he did not wake up. His body remained lying on the bed, lifeless and cold, like a doll thrown into a landfill.

But the nightmare continued. He was trapped in his own mind, locked in an endless cycle of fear and despair. He wandered through the labyrinth of his memories, haunted by the shadows of the past, searching for an exit that seemed never to be found.

This was the most terrible dream from which there was no awakening. It was hell, created by his own mind, an eternal punishment for the fear he could not overcome.

Horror Called "Paradise"

The abandoned movie theater "Paradise" lurked in the heart of the city, like a rotten tooth in the smile of a metropolis. Its faded sign, covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs, creaked in the wind, as if warning of what lay within. The walls of the building, eaten away by time and mold, held dark secrets, whispered in the darkness of the abandoned corridors.

A young paranormal investigator, Victor, obsessed with a thirst for knowledge of the unknown, decided to challenge the legend of the cursed film hidden in the depths of "Paradise." Armed with a flashlight and an old movie camera, he entered the building, feeling cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Inside the cinema, an oppressive silence reigned, broken only by the creaking of floorboards underfoot and dripping water echoing through the empty halls. Victor descended into the basement, where, according to rumors, there was a projector capable of showing the cursed film. In the dim light, he found an ancient apparatus covered in rust and dust. With trembling hands, he loaded the only reel found nearby and pressed the start button.

The first frames flickered on the screen: black and white scenes depicting ordinary life. But gradually, the atmosphere began to change. Shadows lengthened, faces distorted, smiles turned into sinister grins. Victor felt fear grip his heart with an icy grip.

The film continued, and the horror grew with each passing minute. Scenes of violence, perversion, and madness appeared on the screen. Victor saw his own fears come to life, transforming into nightmarish images that haunted him from the depths of his subconscious. He tried to close his eyes, but the images continued to flash before his inner vision, as if burned onto his retina.

Suddenly, he heard a rustle behind him. Turning around, he saw the shadows in the hall begin to move, taking on the shapes of human figures. They slowly approached, their eyes burning with an inhuman fire, and whispers full of malice and promises of torment emanated from their mouths.

Victor tried to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He fell to his knees, feeling icy fingers grip his throat. He screamed, but his voice was drowned in a cacophony of whispers and the grinding of metal.

In the last moment, before darkness consumed him, Victor saw his own reflection on the screen. His face was contorted in horror, eyes wide with fear, and mouth open in a silent scream. He realized he had become part of the film, the last viewer, doomed to eternal torment in this cursed cinema.

The next morning, the police found Victor's body in "Paradise." His face was frozen in a mask of terror, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were still seeing the nightmare that had consumed him. The movie camera he held in his hands continued to run, recording the empty screen and the ominous silence of the abandoned cinema.

The Keeper of Stories

On the corner of a bustling street, where life pulsed with energy, stood a billboard. Modest and inconspicuous, it was a silent witness to the changing eras and generations. For decades, it observed the city's transformation, the comings and goings of people.

Posters replaced one another on its surface, like pages in a history book. The vibrant colors of circus performances gave way to elegant announcements of theatrical productions. Notices of literary evenings stood side-by-side with rock concert posters. New names appeared and vanished, but the billboard remained, preserving the memory of each event.

It remembered the arrival of the first cinemas in the city, the changing fashions, the birth and death of musical styles. It witnessed joy and sorrow, encounters and farewells. Every poster, every announcement left its mark on the billboard, weaving into its own story.

One evening, at dusk, an elderly woman approached the billboard. Her eyes were filled with sadness, her steps slow. She stopped in front of a poster for an old theater and ran her hand over the faded letters. The billboard seemed to sense her pain.

Many years ago, on this very spot, the woman had seen a poster for a play that changed her life. There, she met her first love, the man with whom she shared many happy years. But time is relentless, and he was no longer by her side.

The billboard silently listened to her quiet whispers, filled with memories. It saw tears rolling down the woman's cheeks, and its heart ached with empathy. In that moment, the billboard realized that it wasn't just a keeper of the city's history, it was a keeper of human destinies, feelings, and emotions.

Every poster, every announcement wasn't just information, it was a part of someone's life, someone's story of love, joy, or sorrow. And the billboard carefully preserved these stories, like precious gems, passing them down from generation to generation.

From then on, the billboard became even more attentive to the people who stopped by. It tried to sense their moods, their emotions, to offer support or comfort if needed. And every time someone smiled while looking at a poster, the billboard rejoiced with them, knowing it had become a part of another beautiful story.

 

The Time-Traveling Shower

An old house held many secrets, but the most astonishing was the shower stall on the second floor. Seemingly ordinary, it possessed an incredible ability - to travel through time.

Every evening, before bed, the house's resident would step into the shower. The warm water washed away not only dirt and fatigue, but the entire day that had passed. With the last drops cascading down their body, they felt time shift around them, propelling them into the future.

It was their secret journey, their personal time machine. They could choose how far to leap - a few hours to prepare for an important event, or entire days to avoid unpleasantness.

But one evening, they decided to skip their nightly shower. Engrossed in work, they forgot about their unusual ability. The next morning, they awoke to the same day as yesterday. The clock displayed the same time, the news repeated itself, and people behaved as if nothing had changed.

They realized they were stuck in time. Attempts to leave the house were futile; the door wouldn't open. The phone was dead, the windows sealed shut. They were a prisoner of their own past, trapped in a day that looped endlessly.

In desperation, they rushed to the shower. They stood for a long time under the spray, praying for time to move again. Finally, they felt the familiar sensation - time around them shuddered and lurched forward.

They emerged from the shower, shivering from both cold and relief. They were back in the future, but now they understood the cost of their gift. The shower wasn't just a time machine; it was a connection to the flow of life, a reminder that each day must be lived fully in order to move on.

From then on, they never missed their evening shower. They learned to appreciate every moment, knowing that time is the most precious gift, and their shower the only way to travel through it.

29.08.2024

 

Когда сказки правят миром

Представьте себе, что Европейский союз — это содружество стран, управляемых сказочными персонажами. Отрицательными, гадкими, подлыми, мерзкими - представляющими собой все самые отрицательные черты характера, помноженные на колдовство и страх.

В сказочной манере, новый Евросоюз предстает перед нами как волшебное королевство, где каждая страна — это отдельное герцогство или княжество, управляемое своим фольклорным лидером. 

Вместо скучных бюрократов и политиков, на заседаниях Европейского Совета собираются сказочные персонажи, обсуждая судьбы своих земель и всего континента.

Председателем Совета становится Румпельштильцхен, умело плетущий интриги и заключающий выгодные для всех сделки. Его хитрость и магические способности помогают находить компромиссы даже в самых сложных ситуациях.

Под его властью Германия превратилась в место, где сделки и контракты стали бы основой всех отношений.

Румпельштильцхен, со своей жаждой к золоту и магическим способностям, превратил Германию в экономическую державу, заключая выгодные сделки с другими странами и используя свою магию для создания новых технологий и ресурсов.

Однако, цена за процветание была высока. Граждане оказались в ловушке бесконечных долгов и обязательств перед своим лидером. Румпельштильцхен использовал свою хитрость и магию, чтобы манипулировать людьми и заставлять их выполнять его прихоти. Свобода и индивидуальность были подавлены в угоду экономическому росту и власти Румпельштильцхена.

Общество стало высококонкурентным и прагматичным, где каждый стремился заключить самую выгодную сделку. Доверие и честность стали редкостью, а люди боялись попасть в ловушку Румпельштильцхена.

В целом, правление Румпельштильцхена превратило Германию в процветающую, но бездушную страну, где материальные ценности преобладали над человеческими.

Францией правит Лютиэн, оборотень, способный принимать облик человека или волка. Его двойственная натура позволяет ему понимать и людей, и зверей, что делает его мудрым и справедливым правителем.

Италия под властью Бефаны превратилась в страну, где дети - главная ценность. Бефана заботится о благополучии каждого ребенка, награждая послушных и помогая непослушным исправиться.

Испания, управляемая Эль Коко, стала местом, где жизнь и смерть переплетаются в вечном танце. Эль Коко учит своих подданных ценить каждый миг и помнить о своих предках.

Великобритания под властью Джека Фроста превратилась в зимнюю сказку. Джек Фрост, озорник и шутник, дарит людям радость снежных игр и зимних праздников.

Ирландия, где правит Лепрекон, стала страной, полной тайн и сокровищ. Лепрекон учит своих подданных ценить не только золото, но и дружбу, честность и трудолюбие.

Россия (которая не входит в Евросоюз, но граничит со многими его участницами) под властью Бабы Яги остаётся загадочной и непредсказуемой. Баба Яга, мудрая и могущественная ведьма, помогает тем, кто заслуживает ее помощи, и наказывает тех, кто творит зло.

В этом сказочном Евросоюзе царит гармония и взаимопонимание. Каждый лидер использует свои уникальные способности для блага своей страны и всего континента. Вместо войн и конфликтов, страны соревнуются в доброте, мудрости и изобретательности.

Но, на самом ли деле, всё так сказочно прекрасно в этом содружестве? Всё ли так гладко в европейском королевстве?

Вы справедливо заметите: странно, что такие злые, отрицательные герои добились мира и сотрудничества между своими странами. При этом их народы находятся под угрозой своих правителей. Или это не так?

Вы правы, это действительно парадоксально. В нашем сказочном сценарии отрицательные герои, ставшие лидерами своих стран, смогли достичь мира и сотрудничества в Евросоюзе. Однако, это не означает, что их народы находятся в безопасности и процветании.

Давайте рассмотрим подробнее:

Под поверхностью мира и сотрудничества: хотя внешне страны могут казаться мирными и сотрудничающими, внутренняя ситуация в каждой из них может быть далека от идеала.

Постоянная угроза: жители этих стран постоянно находятся под угрозой своих правителей. Они знают, что любое непослушание или нарушение правил может привести к суровым наказаниям.

Манипуляции и контроль: лидеры, подобные Румпельштильцхену или Бефане, используют свою магию и хитрость для манипулирования и контроля над своими подданными.

Ограничение свободы: в таких странах индивидуальность и свобода подавлены в угоду стабильности и власти правителя.

Неравенство и несправедливость: в обществе процветают неравенство и несправедливость. Привилегии получают только те, кто угождает правителю или соответствует его идеалам.

Таким образом, хотя сказочный Евросоюз может показаться привлекательным на первый взгляд, реальность жизни в таких странах мрачная и опасная. Мир и сотрудничество между странами достигнуты ценой свободы и благополучия их народов.

Это напоминает нам о том, что мир и стабильность не всегда являются показателями справедливости и процветания.

Важно учитывать не только внешние отношения между странами, но и внутреннюю ситуацию в каждой из них.

Конечно, это всего лишь фантазии, основанные на фольклорных образах. В реальности такие лидеры вряд ли смогли бы долго удерживать власть, так как их методы управления были бы деструктивными и неэффективными. 

Но эти образы помогают нам задуматься о том, какие качества мы хотим видеть в своих лидерах и к каким последствиям может привести злоупотребление властью.

Эта сказка напоминает нам о том, что даже самые прекрасные на первый взгляд миры могут скрывать темные секреты. И что истинная сила заключается не в магии и хитрости, а в мудрости, справедливости и уважении к свободе каждого человек.

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Эта сказка - вымысел чистой воды, плод фантазии автора, не имеющая никакой связи с реальностью. Любые совпадения - исключительно случайны.

When Fairy Tales Rule the World

Imagine a European Union where fairy tale characters are in charge. Not the nice ones, mind you, but the downright nasty, vile, and despicable ones - embodying all the worst character traits, amplified by magic and fear.

In this fantastical scenario, the new EU is a magical kingdom, each country a duchy or principality ruled by its own folkloric villain.

Forget boring bureaucrats and politicians; the European Council meetings are now gatherings of fairy tale figures, deciding the fate of their lands and the continent.

Rumpelstilzchen, the master of schemes and cunning deals, presides over the Council. His trickery and magical prowess help him broker compromises even in the most challenging situations.

Under his rule, Germany has become a place where deals and contracts are the foundation of all relationships. Rumpelstilzchen, with his insatiable greed for gold and magical abilities, has transformed Germany into an economic powerhouse. He strikes lucrative deals with other countries and uses his magic to conjure new technologies and resources.

However, this prosperity comes at a steep price. The citizens are trapped in a web of endless debts and obligations to their leader. Rumpelstilzchen manipulates and coerces people into doing his bidding with his cunning and magic. Freedom and individuality are suppressed in favor of economic growth and his own power.

Society has become hyper-competitive and pragmatic, where everyone is out to strike the best deal. Trust and honesty are rare commodities, and people live in fear of falling into Rumpelstilzchen's traps.

In essence, Rumpelstilzchen's reign has turned Germany into a prosperous yet soulless nation, where material wealth reigns supreme over human values.

France is ruled by Luthien, a werewolf who can shapeshift between human and wolf forms. His dual nature allows him to understand both humans and beasts, making him a wise and just ruler.

Italy, under the rule of Befana, has become a child-centric nation. Befana ensures the well-being of every child, rewarding the obedient and helping the naughty ones mend their ways.

Spain, governed by El Coco, is a place where life and death intertwine in an eternal dance. El Coco teaches his subjects to cherish every moment and remember their ancestors.

Great Britain, under the rule of Jack Frost, has transformed into a winter wonderland. Jack Frost, a mischievous prankster, brings the joy of snow games and winter festivities to the people.

Ireland, ruled by the Leprechaun, is now a land brimming with secrets and treasures. The Leprechaun teaches his subjects to value not only gold but also friendship, honesty, and hard work.

Russia (which is not part of the European Union, but borders many of its members) under the rule of Baba Yaga remains enigmatic and unpredictable. Baba Yaga, a wise and powerful witch, aids those who deserve her help and punishes those who commit evil.

In this fairy tale European Union, harmony and understanding prevail. Each leader uses their unique abilities for the benefit of their country and the entire continent. Instead of wars and conflicts, nations compete in kindness, wisdom, and ingenuity.

But is everything truly so idyllic in this commonwealth? Is everything running smoothly in this European kingdom?

You might rightly point out: it's strange that such evil, negative characters have achieved peace and cooperation between their countries. Yet, their people live under the constant threat of their rulers. Or is that not the case?

You're right; it is indeed paradoxical. In our fairy tale scenario, these negative characters, having become leaders of their countries, have managed to achieve peace and cooperation within the European Union. However, this doesn't mean that their people are safe and prosperous.

Let's delve deeper:

• Beneath the surface of peace and cooperation: While outwardly the countries may seem peaceful and cooperative, the internal situation in each of them could be far from ideal.
• Constant threat: The citizens of these countries live under the perpetual threat of their rulers. They know that any disobedience or rule-breaking could lead to severe punishment.
• Manipulation and control: Leaders like Rumpelstilzchen or Befana can use their magic and cunning to manipulate and control their subjects.
• Restriction of freedom: In such countries, individuality and freedom are suppressed in favor of stability and the ruler's power.
• Inequality and injustice: Inequality and injustice thrive in society, with privileges reserved only for those who please the ruler or conform to their ideals.

Therefore, while this fairy tale European Union may seem appealing at first glance, the reality of life in such countries is grim and perilous. Peace and cooperation between nations come at the cost of the freedom and well-being of their people.

This serves as a reminder that peace and stability are not always indicators of justice and prosperity.

It is crucial to consider not only the external relations between countries but also the internal situation within each of them.

Of course, this is merely a fantasy based on folklore figures. In reality, such leaders would likely be unable to maintain power for long, as their methods of governance would be destructive and ineffective.

However, these images prompt us to reflect on the qualities we desire in our leaders and the potential consequences of the abuse of power.

This tale reminds us that even the most seemingly perfect worlds can harbor dark secrets. True strength lies not in magic and trickery but in wisdom, justice, and respect for the freedom of every individual.

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This fairy tale is pure fiction, a product of the author's imagination, bearing no connection to reality. Any resemblances are purely coincidental.

Космическая кофейня "Звёздная пыль"

В далёком будущем, на окраине галактики Млечный Путь, существует необычное место - космическая кофейня "Звёздная Пыль". Её хозяйка, загадочная и мудрая бариста по имени Астра, варит кофе не из обычных зёрен, а из настоящей звёздной пыли, собранной с далеких планет и туманностей.

Каждый посетитель "Звёздной Пыли" — это путешественник во времени и пространстве, ищущий не только вкусный напиток, но и ответы на свои вопросы, вдохновение или просто отдых от космических странствий. Астра, с помощью своего волшебного кофе, способна открыть перед ними двери в самые потаённые уголки их сознания и помочь найти то, что они ищут.

Вот входит в кофейню молодой пилот звездолёта, уставший от долгих перелетов и одиночества. Астра предлагает ему чашку "Туманности Андромеды" - кофе с лёгкой горчинкой и нотами звёздной пыли, собранной в сердце этой величественной галактики. С каждым глотком пилот чувствует, как его усталость растворяется, а на смену ей приходит спокойствие и умиротворение. Он вспоминает о своем доме, о родных и близких, и понимает, что его путешествие не напрасно - он обязательно вернётся к ним, полный новых впечатлений и знаний.

Следующий посетитель - юная художница, ищущая вдохновение для своей новой картины. Астра угощает её чашкой "Рассвета на Венере" - кофе с нежным цветочным ароматом и сладким вкусом, напоминающим о первых лучах солнца, пробивающихся сквозь облака этой загадочной планеты. Художница закрывает глаза, вдыхает аромат кофе и видит перед собой яркие краски и причудливые формы, которые тут же переносит на свой холст. Её картина оживает, наполняясь светом и жизнью, и она благодарит Астру за этот чудесный подарок.

А вот и старый мудрец, десятки лет бороздящий галактику в поисках знаний. Астра предлагает ему чашку "Чёрной дыры" - кофе с глубокой горечью и нотами тёмного шоколада, собранного на планете, вращающейся вокруг чёрной дыры. Мудрец медленно пьёт кофе, погружаясь в свои мысли. Он размышляет о тайнах Вселенной, о смысле жизни и о своём месте в этом огромном мире. И вдруг, словно вспышка света, он находит ответы на свои вопросы, и его лицо озаряется улыбкой.

Космическая кофейня "Звёздная Пыль" — это не просто место, где можно выпить чашку необычного кофе. Это место, где каждый может найти то, что ищет: вдохновение, покой, мудрость или просто приятное общение.

Астра, хранительница звездной пыли, всегда рада своим гостям и готова поделиться с ними частичкой магии космоса.

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Кофе: звёздная пыль, пробудившая мир

В незапамятные времена, когда Земля была еще юной и покрыта первобытными лесами, звёзды пролили на неё свой драгоценный дар - кофейные зерна. Это были не просто семена, а частицы самой жизни, несущие в себе энергию космоса и мудрость Вселенной.

Первыми, кто почувствовал магию кофе, были не люди, а древние существа, населявшие планету. Они инстинктивно тянулись к этим зёрнам, ощущая их божественный аромат и вкус, пробуждающий скрытые силы. Кофе стал для них источником энергии, помогая преодолевать трудности и познавать мир.

С течением времени кофейные деревья распространились по всей планете, укореняясь в разных уголках Земли. Каждое место, где они росли, оставляло свой отпечаток на их зёрнах, наделяя их уникальными вкусами и ароматами. Вулканические почвы Никарагуа дарили кофе яркую кислотность, высокогорные плантации Бурунди наполняли его винной сложностью, а плодородные земли Бразилии - нежной сладостью.

Когда на Земле появились люди, они также были очарованы магией кофе. Они научились обжаривать зерна, раскрывая их скрытые ароматы, и заваривать напиток, пробуждающий тело и разум. Кофе стал неотъемлемой частью человеческой культуры, источником вдохновения для поэтов и художников, топливом для ученых и мыслителей.

Люди научились читать судьбу в кофейной гуще, видя в ней отражение тайн Вселенной. Они создавали легенды и мифы о кофе, передавая их из поколения в поколение. Кофе стал символом жизни, энергии и мудрости, связывающим прошлое, настоящее и будущее.

И сегодня, когда мы берём в руки чашку ароматного кофе, мы прикасаемся к древней магии, рождённой звездами. Мы ощущаем вкус жизни, пробуждающейся в каждом глотке, и вдыхаем аромат Вселенной, наполняющий нас энергией и вдохновением.

Кофе — это не просто напиток, это дар звёзд, напоминающий нам о нашей связи с космосом и о бесконечных возможностях, которые открываются перед нами.

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The Cure for Immortality

They lived long. Longer than the biblical patriarchs. Many of them didn't even remember when they were born.

On their planet, Hastalavista, there existed day and night, but everything was reversed: first came light, then darkness. Time flowed backward. The year didn't end with winter, but rather began with it. The count of days in a month didn't start from the 1st, but from the 30th or 31st, and the days in a year - from the 365th to the 1st. The calendar began at the end, the beginning of which few remembered.

It wasn't plants that grew from seeds, but seeds from plants and their fruits. And it wasn't hens that laid eggs, but rather they themselves hatched from eggs.

Men gave birth to children, and women provided for their families. The inhabitants of Hastalavista were born into the world already adults, possessing all the necessary knowledge and skills.

If an earthling were to land on this planet, all of this would seem strange to him. But to the inhabitants of this planet, their entire way of life seemed logical, for they knew no other. At the same time, it was devoid of meaning.

Everything on this planet existed on the principle of "backward." Even the inhabitants of this unusual planet dressed according to this principle. And they walked the same way, as if everyone were crabs.

They read books and newspapers from the end, starting with the bottom line. They watched TV shows from the end to the beginning. That's how they lived.

Despite the relative well-being and abundance of food, water, and minerals, the constant population growth (mortality didn't exist on this planet) forced them from time to time to study other planets in their solar system for suitability for eternal life. Knowing that their lives were eternal, the inhabitants of the planet were never in a hurry. They were despondent, for they knew that what was yesterday would be tomorrow as well. After all, their life was eternal, and they knew no other.

They also didn't know love. Another reason for despondency. (Although they didn't even know they were despondent, for they knew no other state of mind).

On one of the expeditions, the ship named Hastalavista, which had been plowing through the Universe for quite a long time and without results, stumbled upon a galaxy called the Milky Way. Without much thought, the captain of the ship decided to dock on Earth.

Earthlings, who had been waiting for a long time for confirmation that intelligent beings lived in the vastness of the Universe, gladly welcomed the guests, who turned out to be completely non-aggressive.

Exploring the Earth and its inhabitants, much seemed strange to the alien guests: the passage of time, the fact that on Earth women give birth to children, and much more. But most of all, they were struck by Love and the absence of despondency among earthlings, despite the fact that they were mortal.

Studying the level of scientific development on Earth, the inhabitants of Hastalavista became acquainted with the developments of earthlings in the field of life extension and the creation of a medicine for longevity. And when they realized that there was a direct connection between Love and death, they understood that eternal life without Love is simply biological existence.

In the process of gathering information for further research, the alien scientists happened to attend a funeral. It was there, strangely enough, that they understood that Love is eternal, even if the loved one has passed away, and the loving one is left alone. No, not alone - with him remained the Love for the departed - in the hearts of many people - and the fond memory of him.

Thanking the earthlings for their warm welcome, the scientists from Hastalavista offered to reveal to them the secret of immortality. But, realizing what torment immortality could become, most earthlings refused such a gift.

Returning home, the members of the expedition told their fellow tribesmen about all their findings.

After that, the inhabitants of the planet of Immortality decided to engage in the development of a cure for immortality. Perhaps, in this way, they would rise from despondency, experience Love, and their lives would gain meaning.

 

The Matrix: Evolution

Chapter 1: The Legacy of the Chosen One

Two decades have passed since Neo sacrificed himself to establish peace between humans and machines. Zion flourished, becoming a haven for those who chose reality. But the Matrix also continued to exist, offering the illusion of freedom for those who preferred it.

Over the years, the Matrix evolved. The Architects, striving for perfection, introduced new codes that opened up unprecedented possibilities for connected people. Now they could fly, teleport, read minds, change their appearance at will. The Matrix has become a platform for limitless self-expression and exploration of one's capabilities.

However, with new abilities came new dangers. Some users, intoxicated by their power, began to use it for personal gain, creating chaos and destruction in the virtual world. Others, confused by the endless possibilities, lost touch with reality, plunging deeper and deeper into illusions.

In this new world grew Aria - a young woman, the child of the legendary Neo and Trinity. She never knew her parents, but their legacy surrounded her from childhood. Aria grew up in Zion, listening to stories about the exploits of her parents and the war with the machines, absorbing stories about the ship "Logos" and its brave captain Niobe. But despite this, she always felt an inexplicable craving for the Matrix, for its endless possibilities.

Her name, Aria, was not chosen by her parents by chance. It carried many meanings, intertwined and complementing each other, like a melody they wanted to write for their daughter. Aria is both a symbol of a new era, an era of peace and harmony that they dreamed of building. It is both a reminder of the ship "Ariadne" that led them to freedom, and a reference to the air, to the lightness and freedom that they wished for their daughter. But also, Aria is a lioness, a symbol of strength and courage that she will need in this complex world. And finally, Aria is a melody, a song of life, which they hoped she could sing to the full power of her voice, despite all the difficulties and trials.

Aria possessed a unique gift - she could see through the code of the Matrix, distinguishing its structure and hidden processes. This gift may have been the legacy of her father, the Chosen One. When unrest began in the Matrix, Aria realized that her abilities could help restore balance. She went to the virtual world to find the source of chaos and help people realize the true nature of their reality. Perhaps she also hoped to find answers about her parents and their fate, and to understand what place in this complex symphony is intended for her.

Chapter 2: Encounters and Disappointments

In the Matrix, Aria met a variety of people: from powerful telepaths to virtuoso hackers, from philosophers seeking the meaning of existence to artists creating incredible worlds. She even encountered exiled programs whose motives and goals remained a mystery. At times she heard a whisper, vaguely familiar, like an echo of her mother's or father's voice, but each time it disappeared, leaving only questions without answers.

Once, wandering through the tangled digital corridors of the Matrix, Aria stumbled upon the abandoned club "101". In the twilight she made out a familiar silhouette - the matured Sati, the creator of this place. Sati, who has become an influential figure in the Matrix, could become the key for Aria to understand her abilities and heritage.

Chapter 3: Hope and Love

During her travels through the Matrix, Aria met a young scientist named Elias. Elias, like Aria, believed in the possibility of existence outside the Matrix and was working on creating a technology that would allow people to live in the real world without depending on machines.

A deep connection arose between Aria and Elias. They shared common ideals and dreams of a future where people can live in harmony with themselves and the world around them. Their love grew amidst chaos and uncertainty, giving them strength and hope.

Chapter 4: Division and Betrayal

Aria, Niobe and Sati formed a triumvirate of resistance, seeking to restore balance to the changing world of the Matrix.

However, their union was fragile, held together by a common goal, but torn apart by internal contradictions. Each of them saw their own path to victory over the Matrix. Aria believed in the possibility of coexistence between humans and machines, in the search for harmony between the real and virtual worlds. Niobe, hardened in the battles of the past, longed for the complete liberation of humanity from the shackles of the Matrix, even if it meant its destruction. Sati, a child of the Matrix itself, was looking for a way to transform it, make it more just and humane, but at the same time preserve its existence.

These ideological differences created tension and distrust. Niobe and Sati, each in their own way, saw Aria as a threat to their plans. Her unique abilities and connection to Neo's legacy made her too powerful and unpredictable. They began to weave intrigues, trying to use Aria for their own purposes, manipulating her trust and ideals.

Niobe, driven by a thirst for power, went even further. She entered into a secret conspiracy with the Matrix itself, using the knowledge gained from Aria about its weaknesses to undermine Sati's authority and isolate Aria. The Matrix, in turn, saw Niobe as a tool to suppress the growing resistance and maintain its control over people.

Chapter 5: Darkness on the Horizon

Aria believed in the possibility of a better future, but darkness was already gathering on the horizon. Strange glitches in the Matrix, unexplained bursts of energy, whispers in digital corridors - all this indicated that something was going wrong. Aria felt that a storm was approaching, and that she had a key role to play in the coming events.

Her gift of seeing through the code of the Matrix allowed her to see through Niobe's betrayal and Sati's manipulations. She realized that each of them, blinded by their ambitions, was ready to sacrifice the future of humanity for the sake of personal power.

Chapter 6: Awakening of Power

Aria did not seek power. She believed in freedom of choice, in the right of every person to decide their own destiny. Her mission was not to rule, but to help people find their way in the new world of the Matrix.

With the help of loyal friends and Sati, who realized her mistakes, Aria exposed Niobe's betrayal.

In search of answers and inspiration, Aria increasingly turned to memories of her parents, whom she never knew. In her dreams, she saw them, talked to them, felt their love and support.

Neo and Trinity became her spiritual mentors, guiding her on the path of self-discovery and acceptance of her destiny. They taught her to value freedom, fight for justice and believe in the power of the human spirit.

"You are our hope, Aria," Neo said in one of her dreams. "You were born into the world we created for you. Now it's your turn to make it better."

"Don't be afraid of your abilities, Aria," Trinity added. "They are your gift, your strength. Use them wisely to help others and find your own way."

Chapter 7: The Final Battle

The final battle broke out in the very heart of the Matrix, in its digital core, where the fates of billions intertwined. Niobe's troops, fueled by the energy of the Matrix, attacked Zion and its defenders. The virtual world shook from explosions and energy discharges, reality distorted and cracked at the seams.

The people of Zion, armed to the teeth and full of determination, fought desperately, but the forces were unequal. Telepaths fell, struck down by mental attacks, hackers disappeared into digital traps, and warriors, once invincible, were powerless before Niobe's army, reinforced by the Matrix code.

Aria and Sati stood shoulder to shoulder, repelling enemy attacks. Their abilities merged into a single stream, creating unprecedented effects. Sati rewrote the code of reality, opening portals and changing the landscape, and Aria, seeing through the illusion, directed their blows and predicted the enemy's actions. But even their combined power could not hold back the onslaught of Niobe's army. Zion was surrounded, its defenders exhausted, and hope melted away with every minute. It seemed that everything was lost, that the Matrix had won, that the freedom of mankind had died out forever.

And then, at the most critical moment, a miracle happened. From a blinding flash of light, two figures appeared, familiar and at the same time unreal. Neo and Trinity, as if woven from the very energy of the Matrix, returned.

Their appearance caused a wave of delight and hope. The people of Zion, inspired by the return of their legendary heroes, gathered their last strength and rushed to the attack. Neo and Trinity, like ghosts of the past, swept through the ranks of enemies, leaving behind chaos and destruction. Their movements were perfect, their power irresistible.

Aria and Sati joined them, and together they became an unstoppable force. The Matrix shuddered under their onslaught, its code crumbled, and the illusion dissipated.

Chapter 8: Beyond the Matrix

In the final chord of this symphony of destruction, Neo and Trinity merged with the Source, releasing energy that shook the foundations of the Matrix. The world around them dissolved in white light, and then everything fell silent.

When the veil cleared, Aria and Sati stood amidst the ruins of the Matrix. Niobe's troops disappeared, and the people of Zion rejoiced, celebrating their victory. But Neo and Trinity were gone. They fulfilled their mission and returned to the Source, leaving behind a world free from illusions and tyranny.

Aria gazed at the rising sun, her heart filled with gratitude and a touch of sadness. She knew her parents would forever be with her, in her memories and in her very being. Their legacy lived on through her, in every free choice made by those inhabiting this new world. She also understood that the path to true freedom is fraught with challenges and trials, and that even the closest of individuals can succumb to the allure of power. Yet, she held unwavering faith in humanity, in its capacity to choose good and strive for harmony, both within the real world and the Matrix.

When the time came, Aria orchestrated free elections in Zion, entrusting power to a new generation of leaders. Her mission was complete. She had discovered her path, her unique melody within the grand symphony of life.

Together with Elias, they departed from the Matrix to embark on a new life in the real world, brimming with hope and possibilities. They believed they could forge a future where people would live in harmony with themselves and the world around them, liberated from illusions and fear.

Dialogue with Death

Death was born incorporeal, a kind of soul without a shell - by the Creator's design, or perhaps his mistake. And like a fallen angel, this soul had to kill to acquire temporary shelters - bodies.

The choice was limitless: it could be anyone and anytime. Like a woman who changes outfits several times a day. However, it's not a fact that Death was a woman. And certainly not a banal old woman with a scythe.

Imagine: under the guise of a young beauty, she takes the life of a rich man at the moment of his highest bliss. A beautiful death! The girl did her job, maybe even enjoyed it. And if not, well, the job is done. Onward, to a new body, a new image.

One shouldn't blame Death for mass deaths due to wars, epidemics, or disasters. That's the Creator's domain. Death is merely his servant, occupied with trifles.

Although sometimes he went beyond the scope. Perhaps, taking revenge on the Creator for his unfortunate birth. When the Creator slept, Death, with the assistance of the devil, arranged bloodbaths. At least some entertainment, compensation for moral damage.

If you realize that Death is always near, in any of us - in the body of a pretty neighbor or an old baker - you can try to talk to it. And if such a dialogue took place, it might look like this.

A young man sits in a bar, contemplating the Eternal over a mug of ale. A mysterious stranger sits down next to him and, to strike up a conversation, orders him a double whiskey. The young man doesn't refuse, because he doesn't know who he's dealing with. The evening promises to be interesting.

The stranger, as if reading his thoughts, asks: "What do you know about Death?"

- It's the end of life. Or do you think otherwise?

- The end is always a beginning. Is that bad?

- And what's good about death?

- It's a solution to many problems. For example, a person who is sick for a long time and suffers. He desires death and prays for it. And then, one day...

- There's little beauty in that. Especially since, when dying, a person is afraid of loneliness. In illness, he was not alone.

- Could you befriend death?

- If it had a human form. Although, what's the use of friendship with death? Can it be trusted, like a friend?

- And do you trust life?

- Good question. It often lets me down. It's easier for me to explain my failures that way.

- So maybe the idea of friendship with death isn't so bad?

- You ask so many questions about death. And what do you know about life?

- They are both on duty. Each has its own time, its own shift. Although it would be wrong to assume that they have a clear schedule. After all, sometimes people die during the day.

- So, life is on schedule?

- You could say that. By the way, what do you think, is death a woman?

- Possibly. Like life.

- Did you just imagine an old woman with a scythe?

- As if you read my thoughts. But you know, if it's a woman, it's better if she looks like you.

- I like the way you think. More whiskey?

- Yes, of course. And why aren't you drinking? Afraid of losing control?

- Could you fall in love with me?

- I'm sobering up. Maybe something's wrong with the whiskey? Are you looking for love?

- Everyone is looking for it. I'm afraid of loneliness, are you?

- Are you afraid of death?

- Rather, life. It has a strange schedule. Unpredictable. It seems a person is already dying - the job is done. But he starts clinging to life, and it fights for him. If I were death, I would start to get jealous. Because life is love.

- And could you fall in love with me?

- You're cute. But that's not enough. Maybe I need more time to understand you.

- Now it's my treat. Waiter, two double whiskeys! By the way, you're a mystery to me. You're like you can read my thoughts.

- Are you talking about the whiskey?

- Don't joke with me. You know what I'm talking about.

- Perhaps, yes. We are somewhat alike.

- Are you... are you Death?

- What do you think?

The young man gazes into the stranger's eyes, trying to find the answer. But he sees only his own anxiety, reflected in her dark pupils.