
The Abyss. Бездна
What is reality? And does it exist here and now, or is everything around us only apparent, leading us deeper and deeper into the abyss of illusions? Что есть реальность? И существует ли она здесь и сейчас, или все что окружает только кажется, все глубже уводя в бездну иллюзий...
БЕЗДНА Солёные языки взбивая пену жадно облизывали ступни, смывая следы на песке, обдавая побережье морской прохладой.
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Читать ещёГлава 1The AbyssSalty tongues, churning up foam, greedily licked at her feet, washing away the footprints in the sand, dousing the shore with sea-coolness. The sun, delicate, with its final rays, caressed the surface of the serene waves. Step by step, she timidly approached the silhouette bent at the water’s edge.“I’ve been waiting for you.” The velvet baritone merged with the whisper of the waves.“I’m here.” She smiled, trying to hide the onrush of tears. “It’s so beautiful!”“It’s still you. Will you help?”“You know I’m a terrible architect.”The castle was marvelous. Every curve told its own story. The city of illusions came alive in his hands. By the Gothic arch sat sand-sculpted merchants. The artisan quarters, tracing perfectly straight lines, converged on the central citadel, above which a magnificent castle towered proudly.“Do you like it?”“You look at it, and time carries you str…
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