Creative Realm
Little fluffy feet minced along a winding path covered with grass fresh from the morning dew. The fox ran without looking back. He was looking for something, but couldn’t find it. Hearing a quiet hooting, like a sigh, he silently…
In the silence of the night,Our tired eyes burn bright, How hard it is for you and meTo make the world what it used to be. Ringing rivers by the woods,Sighing forests by the lakes,Humans haven’t understood,Burning life in their…
A lonely figure in a dark cloak with a hood sat at the frozen-through entrance to an ancient and bizarre building, from the middle of which a tapered tower proudly rose, passing through the airly arches of its tiny upper…
