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Volume II. Chapter 6. In this garden made of stones..
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Chapter 6. In this garden made of stones..
"I wonder...what the sky looks like right now? ... Arcades are still quiet and warm, and the wind is swaying the tree branches. Can hear the sound of the wind... it feels like it's about to rain. Kasye suddenly woke up... moaning in her sleep, talking to herself before waking up. The feelings that came back were like freedom... and fresh air. She felt exhausted, her body was heavy, and it seemed like she hadn't cried in a long time. All the pain was left behind. The sunrise is like a clear sea horizon. I'm home. Ah, there seem to be fewer cracks on the pillars. The air is fresh and warm among the trees. How beautiful it is here, my lovely road, the trees that overhang and cover the sky, the old wooden little fences that surround the strange thorny bushes... all of this, my world. I have suffered so much to finally see it, but... am I truly happy to see it now? I have changed here, and I will no longer be happy. I no longer have any hopes. Probably, everyone is afraid of me, that's why they don't understand me. I wish it would all start soon, there are so many new things ahead of me, I have so much to do, I wish I could do it all! I'll spend this time learning, and I'd really like to find a couple of cassettes. Breathing in the warm air and continuing to walk, looking at the huge beige architectural structures without a single scratch, I wondered where from..Where did this world come from? And what happened before it? It's time to look for a book..I have something to do!"***Club. Music is playing loudly. A very unusual place for introverts! At one of the tables, almost in the ass of a club, sat a crowd of men prettily playing board games. There were massive, half-empty bottles of alcohol under the table. Each of the peep held either a bottle, a glass or a mug, or even someone else's foot. Their laughter was even louder than music. Exist next to them was unbearable, even two steps away. Among the vile creatures, the familiar medical staff member Kenji Crassus stood out with his colorful rooster-like hair. Although he was a little tipsy, he continued to roll the dice with relish. Opposite him, as everyone loudly discussed something among themselves, sat a more muscular idiot. His hair was black, but not as black as smoldering coals. His eyes were shrouded in darkness, as if he had given up on achieving anything in life after experiencing pain. His wrinkled, stained, and gray, smoke-filled shirt was clearly unwashed! But his gambler's smile overshadowed all the sins. A silver earring in his right ear, shaped like a cross, shimmered in the light. Kenji often interacted with him. All the censored swearing continued until one of the men dropped his head on the table. At that point, the group began to consider how to disperse.Dc-Hey checkered guy! How are you going home? Let me give you a ride, I do not drink, you knowShouted this smoky guyKj-I know how you do not drink, let's goReplied the only one we borrow from the crowd, because he really knew that his friend didn't drink, but got others drunk. They went to the car, as I understand it, to get home. Even the author didn't want to understand the intentions of the two men. Kenji met an outstanding personality not so long ago. Just 50 years ago, it wasn't that long ago for him. At the club, they got drunk and cried into each other's shoulders, as they both had no mothers. When they first played for drinks, they shook hands for the first time, and they both liked each other's sly smiles. That day, Dice revealed his name to him. While talking in the car, Kenji noticed his passport, which led him to realize that this was indeed his real name. Previously, he had assumed that Dice was flaunting his name, as he enjoyed making people and engaging in conversations through games. As a result, he had adopted a pseudonym. It turned out that his father had a history of gambling addiction, to the point where he once lost his home. After their marriage, everything seemed fine until their son was born. In their family, if a girl was born, the mother chose the name, and if a boy was born, the father chose the name. The mother was very excited about having a girl and was very happy with the baby, but she was constantly suffering from her abusive husband. No one knew the gender of the baby until the boy was born. "The father was so excited that he decided to give the most original name. Now his son is named Dice. The mother may have helped for the first two years, but then she left the family. After that, my father took matters into his own hands, and we often played old video games, watched superhero movies, and went fishing to listen to old, energetic music from the 2000s. I also visited my mother, but she was very cold and said that I looked too much like my father. Now, I don't want to communicate with either of them haha"Now Dice is married and works..in the club. His company of friends is constantly changing, and with Kenji he is more soulful than with others. Once, but already together with the redhead, among the company of friends there was one guy who was reserved and smoked 15 cigarettes a day. Group of friends loved to make fun of him. His name would not be remembered exactly, but they called him from the form of his name 'stupid' (Dumb). So his cute name Dummy appeared. They also called him a sucker, because he was a constant whiner and had a long bang. He often went under the bridge to look at the river, as he said, to cry. "You know, he was kind of emotional, like he liked to go under the bridge, look at the river, smoke, and cry. He also listened to weird music. The whole group didn't understand why he didn't want to leave them, because it might have been destructive for him... "Dice wouldn't have told this story if the guy hadn't gone missing one day. He didn't respond for a long time, and then we found out about it. The main thing is that it couldn't have been a suicide, because the body wasn't even found in the river where he was constantly smoking. The dollhouse story made us think a bit about how we treat others during our dirty jokes.***"How can I find such a large source of information...teleports. It's there that you can easily find information from other worlds. After rummaging through the drawers and barely making it through the towering bushes to one of the stations, I managed to find a plump envelope with smudged shipping labels, but the signature at the bottom seemed so familiar..." As Kasye's attention shifted to the envelope, she decided to postpone her plans for the day and rushed to the archives. As she ran through the bushes and rocks, with the wind in her face and the sun shining down on her, she entered an architectural building that she hadn't been in for a long time. The smell was unmistakable, a mix of emptiness and soul-filling. It was a room filled with memories. I grew up here. There were so many things... So much clutter... Kasye Peach opened an envelope on the table and pulled out a letter that seemed to be made of very, very old paper. The quality of the paper was poor, as if someone had soaked it in blood for a long time or dropped it while cutting meat, and then it had dried out. ..Had he killed a fly on the paper? The handwriting was difficult to read. She was unable to decipher anything. Two small pictures had fallen out of the envelope, and one of them was a Polaroid picture that had been developed or taken incorrectly, causing the image to be smudged and unreadable. The other pictures showed a heart-shaped box of candy. Wrapped in a bow, the lid was ajar and as if..It was like there was something bloody in that box. There were traces of blood on the light table on which she stands. This sight confused the girl a little and, looking away at the table, a part of a plastic part much larger than the envelope itself was sticking out of the envelope. Picking it up, the thing was small for an average person's hand, and the blue plastic handle turned into a flower in the middle holding a ball. It was spinning and rustling, but Kasye had no idea what it was or how it could be useful in daily life. "This envelope only distracted me! I was going to look for a book" After searching all the buildings and bushes, she couldn't find anything, so she desperately went to the archive, a room in one of the buildings where she collects all the valuable items, and next to an old closet, she discovered a thick book. It was old and worn, with a blue cover that had turned gray from age. Carefully picking it up, Kasye placed it on the table and began reading. The introduction was so boring that she was tempted to skip it. "Threshold/Liminal spaces are a physiological, neurological, or metaphysical term that refers to a "threshold" or transitional state between two stages of human or community development. The concept of threshold space classically includes physical spaces that are transitional by their very function, such as corridors, waiting rooms, and parking lots. Liminal spaces, on the other hand, are aesthetic and often eerie or surreal places. Unnaturalness is like a dream. There is no confirmation that they exist in the physical world. There is no confirmation that anyone is alive in them. This book contains descriptions of phenomena and eerie places from threshold spaces. These are strange places that cause anxiety. They are distortions of the physical world." The girl was too lazy to read all of this, so she quickly skimmed through the headings, flipping through the book. She read a few words about them:"The world of paintings. About 'date/date' in 'year' is sealed by the phenomenon of the world of paintings. Different people from different countries of the physical world told about strange dreams that torment them. This dream often repeated and the most anxiety grew up when different people from different countries were told about the same dream! Their dream was about like they were in black and white space. It was a building, and next to the little walk was a twisted staircase up. There were terrible pictures on walls and if they came closer, they were sucked and then nightmares began! Paintings were different, it was a distortion of the physical world. Damn forest. Endless forest, but the Sky and the Earth of strange more Gray shades. Abandoned hall-"Roughly becoming flipped through pages, for finding what the girl wanted so and couldn't. By chance, eyes themselves began to read about: "no one could explore rocky territory. One guy once told how in a distant childhood remembered one dream about endless stones. When the boy grew up to see often dreams of endless jungle and architectural buildings from nowhere in it. Once he was very ill and in a long coma he often muttered about the light Sun, the Slam in buildings, the large numbers of greenery around. Clearly in his speech was astonishment at the words: "I went here in early childhood, rocky territory completely grew by plants."This story could have stayed forgotten, but patient No. 1637 N hospital Kasye Peach continued history.."She slammed the dusty book shut, threw her under the closet. How unpleasant it was to feel like she were being watched! That all shame know around. "I don't want anyone to know about Kasye Peach".
"I wonder...what the sky looks like right now? ... Arcades are still quiet and warm, and the wind is swaying the tree branches. Can hear the sound of the wind... it feels like it's about to rain. Kasye suddenly woke up... moaning in her sleep, talking to herself before waking up. The feelings that came back were like freedom... and fresh air. She felt exhausted, her body was heavy, and it seemed like she hadn't cried in a long time. All the pain was left behind. The sunrise is like a clear sea horizon. I'm home. Ah, there seem to be fewer cracks on the pillars. The air is fresh and warm among the trees. How beautiful it is here, my lovely road, the trees that overhang and cover the sky, the old wooden little fences that surround the strange thorny bushes... all of this, my world. I have suffered so much to finally see it, but... am I truly happy to see it now? I have changed here, and I will no longer be happy. I no longer have any hopes. Probably, everyone is afraid of me, that's why they don't understand me. I wish it would all start soon, there are so many new things ahead of me, I have so much to do, I wish I could do it all! I'll spend this time learning, and I'd really like to find a couple of cassettes. Breathing in the warm air and continuing to walk, looking at the huge beige architectural structures without a single scratch, I wondered where from..Where did this world come from? And what happened before it? It's time to look for a book..I have something to do!"***Club. Music is playing loudly. A very unusual place for introverts! At one of the tables, almost in the ass of a club, sat a crowd of men prettily playing board games. There were massive, half-empty bottles of alcohol under the table. Each of the peep held either a bottle, a glass or a mug, or even someone else's foot. Their laughter was even louder than music. Exist next to them was unbearable, even two steps away. Among the vile creatures, the familiar medical staff member Kenji Crassus stood out with his colorful rooster-like hair. Although he was a little tipsy, he continued to roll the dice with relish. Opposite him, as everyone loudly discussed something among themselves, sat a more muscular idiot. His hair was black, but not as black as smoldering coals. His eyes were shrouded in darkness, as if he had given up on achieving anything in life after experiencing pain. His wrinkled, stained, and gray, smoke-filled shirt was clearly unwashed! But his gambler's smile overshadowed all the sins. A silver earring in his right ear, shaped like a cross, shimmered in the light. Kenji often interacted with him. All the censored swearing continued until one of the men dropped his head on the table. At that point, the group began to consider how to disperse.Dc-Hey checkered guy! How are you going home? Let me give you a ride, I do not drink, you knowShouted this smoky guyKj-I know how you do not drink, let's goReplied the only one we borrow from the crowd, because he really knew that his friend didn't drink, but got others drunk. They went to the car, as I understand it, to get home. Even the author didn't want to understand the intentions of the two men. Kenji met an outstanding personality not so long ago. Just 50 years ago, it wasn't that long ago for him. At the club, they got drunk and cried into each other's shoulders, as they both had no mothers. When they first played for drinks, they shook hands for the first time, and they both liked each other's sly smiles. That day, Dice revealed his name to him. While talking in the car, Kenji noticed his passport, which led him to realize that this was indeed his real name. Previously, he had assumed that Dice was flaunting his name, as he enjoyed making people and engaging in conversations through games. As a result, he had adopted a pseudonym. It turned out that his father had a history of gambling addiction, to the point where he once lost his home. After their marriage, everything seemed fine until their son was born. In their family, if a girl was born, the mother chose the name, and if a boy was born, the father chose the name. The mother was very excited about having a girl and was very happy with the baby, but she was constantly suffering from her abusive husband. No one knew the gender of the baby until the boy was born. "The father was so excited that he decided to give the most original name. Now his son is named Dice. The mother may have helped for the first two years, but then she left the family. After that, my father took matters into his own hands, and we often played old video games, watched superhero movies, and went fishing to listen to old, energetic music from the 2000s. I also visited my mother, but she was very cold and said that I looked too much like my father. Now, I don't want to communicate with either of them haha"Now Dice is married and works..in the club. His company of friends is constantly changing, and with Kenji he is more soulful than with others. Once, but already together with the redhead, among the company of friends there was one guy who was reserved and smoked 15 cigarettes a day. Group of friends loved to make fun of him. His name would not be remembered exactly, but they called him from the form of his name 'stupid' (Dumb). So his cute name Dummy appeared. They also called him a sucker, because he was a constant whiner and had a long bang. He often went under the bridge to look at the river, as he said, to cry. "You know, he was kind of emotional, like he liked to go under the bridge, look at the river, smoke, and cry. He also listened to weird music. The whole group didn't understand why he didn't want to leave them, because it might have been destructive for him... "Dice wouldn't have told this story if the guy hadn't gone missing one day. He didn't respond for a long time, and then we found out about it. The main thing is that it couldn't have been a suicide, because the body wasn't even found in the river where he was constantly smoking. The dollhouse story made us think a bit about how we treat others during our dirty jokes.***"How can I find such a large source of information...teleports. It's there that you can easily find information from other worlds. After rummaging through the drawers and barely making it through the towering bushes to one of the stations, I managed to find a plump envelope with smudged shipping labels, but the signature at the bottom seemed so familiar..." As Kasye's attention shifted to the envelope, she decided to postpone her plans for the day and rushed to the archives. As she ran through the bushes and rocks, with the wind in her face and the sun shining down on her, she entered an architectural building that she hadn't been in for a long time. The smell was unmistakable, a mix of emptiness and soul-filling. It was a room filled with memories. I grew up here. There were so many things... So much clutter... Kasye Peach opened an envelope on the table and pulled out a letter that seemed to be made of very, very old paper. The quality of the paper was poor, as if someone had soaked it in blood for a long time or dropped it while cutting meat, and then it had dried out. ..Had he killed a fly on the paper? The handwriting was difficult to read. She was unable to decipher anything. Two small pictures had fallen out of the envelope, and one of them was a Polaroid picture that had been developed or taken incorrectly, causing the image to be smudged and unreadable. The other pictures showed a heart-shaped box of candy. Wrapped in a bow, the lid was ajar and as if..It was like there was something bloody in that box. There were traces of blood on the light table on which she stands. This sight confused the girl a little and, looking away at the table, a part of a plastic part much larger than the envelope itself was sticking out of the envelope. Picking it up, the thing was small for an average person's hand, and the blue plastic handle turned into a flower in the middle holding a ball. It was spinning and rustling, but Kasye had no idea what it was or how it could be useful in daily life. "This envelope only distracted me! I was going to look for a book" After searching all the buildings and bushes, she couldn't find anything, so she desperately went to the archive, a room in one of the buildings where she collects all the valuable items, and next to an old closet, she discovered a thick book. It was old and worn, with a blue cover that had turned gray from age. Carefully picking it up, Kasye placed it on the table and began reading. The introduction was so boring that she was tempted to skip it. "Threshold/Liminal spaces are a physiological, neurological, or metaphysical term that refers to a "threshold" or transitional state between two stages of human or community development. The concept of threshold space classically includes physical spaces that are transitional by their very function, such as corridors, waiting rooms, and parking lots. Liminal spaces, on the other hand, are aesthetic and often eerie or surreal places. Unnaturalness is like a dream. There is no confirmation that they exist in the physical world. There is no confirmation that anyone is alive in them. This book contains descriptions of phenomena and eerie places from threshold spaces. These are strange places that cause anxiety. They are distortions of the physical world." The girl was too lazy to read all of this, so she quickly skimmed through the headings, flipping through the book. She read a few words about them:"The world of paintings. About 'date/date' in 'year' is sealed by the phenomenon of the world of paintings. Different people from different countries of the physical world told about strange dreams that torment them. This dream often repeated and the most anxiety grew up when different people from different countries were told about the same dream! Their dream was about like they were in black and white space. It was a building, and next to the little walk was a twisted staircase up. There were terrible pictures on walls and if they came closer, they were sucked and then nightmares began! Paintings were different, it was a distortion of the physical world. Damn forest. Endless forest, but the Sky and the Earth of strange more Gray shades. Abandoned hall-"Roughly becoming flipped through pages, for finding what the girl wanted so and couldn't. By chance, eyes themselves began to read about: "no one could explore rocky territory. One guy once told how in a distant childhood remembered one dream about endless stones. When the boy grew up to see often dreams of endless jungle and architectural buildings from nowhere in it. Once he was very ill and in a long coma he often muttered about the light Sun, the Slam in buildings, the large numbers of greenery around. Clearly in his speech was astonishment at the words: "I went here in early childhood, rocky territory completely grew by plants."This story could have stayed forgotten, but patient No. 1637 N hospital Kasye Peach continued history.."She slammed the dusty book shut, threw her under the closet. How unpleasant it was to feel like she were being watched! That all shame know around. "I don't want anyone to know about Kasye Peach".
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