Shadow from the Lonely Dream
The earth beneath us was created for those who breathe evenly in life, for those who rejoice in dreams, and see their loved ones off in the morning, to kindergartens and schools, to those who are taller. For those under whose command it is scorched, and hundreds of thousands are dead with organs hanging open, and the roofs more bloody than the stars, the toys of children are trampled among me, and the heart begs me to go down the road of honesty. You are the angel of death, the moan of the king, at the last moment of ignominious news, you are the whirlwind of hell and the messenger of evil, bow your head before the gallows of eternity...Oh let the heart awake again afterwards... many winters and hot abysses passed, save yourself, save the guilt, oh shadow of the lonely maiden...
Many years have passed, and as a result, in that place which we are in the habit of calling the centre of all our senses and secrets, or by the easier term of the heart (in which you can put either a spiritual or a more neutral-rational idea). The colour of the heart, which had originally been as near to death as possible, began at last to dawn, and took on forms sometimes she had never thought of before, for the first time resolving to follow the path of goodness which she lacked in this strange world.
Still relying on her skills as a professional assassin and in general a person with far beyond normal physical and force abilities, Risa first left the outskirts and what was called thewild territories of the galaxy and then settled in neutral and somewhat independent planets with rather underdeveloped economies and indigenous populations, where she had already picked up some beliefs and views on how a plus-minus civilised intelligent organism should behave, and what one should expect from oneself, others and how in general it is required regardless of society to build relationships, Risa finally decided to go to the heart of the galaxy, where in the vast territories spread over thousands of light years bloomed and smelled in all its grandeur and mind-boggling grandiose unceasing apotheosis of the superpower called Galactic Alliance, she found her first point of arrival, with a population of several hundred million local citizens, and a small stream of tourists and foreigners in general, called Khomm, filled with both peace-loving fields and mighty oceans, in other words, it was the best place where Risa could throw off all discontent and insecurity and offer herself to try to live differently, to think differently, to feel and see the world in different colours and to free herself from the heavy burden and weight of the dark past, which she now tried not to remember even in her dreams, but those, having the properties of spiders and bright deadly thunders sometimes still awakened in the already pale, sick and quite dangerous in appearance girl to seek escape from the local police and secret service in the most vile and filthy cloaca of the local capital, sharing its name with the planet, so as not to be in the cold walls in the community of bones, various marsupial animals and no less terrible diseases (which to her only about 3 years ago would have seemed very cute at best).
Based on all of the above, one can imagine a far from tall girl hiding her entire body under the most filthy and blood-soaked, smelling of someone else's flesh burned up by the abilities of her body and dozens of other "achievements" for which she could be awarded a medal as one of the most mass murderers of the last couple of centuries. Of course Risa was planning to find a good income for herself and maybe even found a couple of such places under the common cartoon name "social assistance centre for psychological assistance of Khommites, and others as well", but at the moment Risa was working part-time in a small indoor flower garden that belonged to and was part of a nice morning café where the sweet sociopaths gathered and shared their predictions and thoughts about the values of life, love, fear, future, present, past and everything else, which was rounded up by the word "philosophising", which stood apart in the worldview of Risa, who was insatiable in her current state for everything new and "ordinary" in the economic and worldly sense of the word, spending another morning after a unsuccessful sleep in the company of her unpleasant thoughts, in a small apron on top of her trademark cute uniform of the cafe "Corner for Happiness", which usually generated funny jokes and pictures to cheer up the visitors, and from the unusual music of which, porcelain, all cracked, Risa's face and cheeks were lightly covered with a slight blush and also quickly disappeared, when she returned to the little garden in which she was quietly arranging pebbles round the beds of small flowers, letting the light, naughty wind play with her perpetual, white-crystal hairdo, which at the same time tickled the back of her neck, and filled her soul with the best expectations of the coming day.
Colette
Many years have passed, and as a result, in that place which we are in the habit of calling the centre of all our senses and secrets, or by the easier term of the heart (in which you can put either a spiritual or a more neutral-rational idea). The colour of the heart, which had originally been as near to death as possible, began at last to dawn, and took on forms sometimes she had never thought of before, for the first time resolving to follow the path of goodness which she lacked in this strange world.
Still relying on her skills as a professional assassin and in general a person with far beyond normal physical and force abilities, Risa first left the outskirts and what was called thewild territories of the galaxy and then settled in neutral and somewhat independent planets with rather underdeveloped economies and indigenous populations, where she had already picked up some beliefs and views on how a plus-minus civilised intelligent organism should behave, and what one should expect from oneself, others and how in general it is required regardless of society to build relationships, Risa finally decided to go to the heart of the galaxy, where in the vast territories spread over thousands of light years bloomed and smelled in all its grandeur and mind-boggling grandiose unceasing apotheosis of the superpower called Galactic Alliance, she found her first point of arrival, with a population of several hundred million local citizens, and a small stream of tourists and foreigners in general, called Khomm, filled with both peace-loving fields and mighty oceans, in other words, it was the best place where Risa could throw off all discontent and insecurity and offer herself to try to live differently, to think differently, to feel and see the world in different colours and to free herself from the heavy burden and weight of the dark past, which she now tried not to remember even in her dreams, but those, having the properties of spiders and bright deadly thunders sometimes still awakened in the already pale, sick and quite dangerous in appearance girl to seek escape from the local police and secret service in the most vile and filthy cloaca of the local capital, sharing its name with the planet, so as not to be in the cold walls in the community of bones, various marsupial animals and no less terrible diseases (which to her only about 3 years ago would have seemed very cute at best).
Based on all of the above, one can imagine a far from tall girl hiding her entire body under the most filthy and blood-soaked, smelling of someone else's flesh burned up by the abilities of her body and dozens of other "achievements" for which she could be awarded a medal as one of the most mass murderers of the last couple of centuries. Of course Risa was planning to find a good income for herself and maybe even found a couple of such places under the common cartoon name "social assistance centre for psychological assistance of Khommites, and others as well", but at the moment Risa was working part-time in a small indoor flower garden that belonged to and was part of a nice morning café where the sweet sociopaths gathered and shared their predictions and thoughts about the values of life, love, fear, future, present, past and everything else, which was rounded up by the word "philosophising", which stood apart in the worldview of Risa, who was insatiable in her current state for everything new and "ordinary" in the economic and worldly sense of the word, spending another morning after a unsuccessful sleep in the company of her unpleasant thoughts, in a small apron on top of her trademark cute uniform of the cafe "Corner for Happiness", which usually generated funny jokes and pictures to cheer up the visitors, and from the unusual music of which, porcelain, all cracked, Risa's face and cheeks were lightly covered with a slight blush and also quickly disappeared, when she returned to the little garden in which she was quietly arranging pebbles round the beds of small flowers, letting the light, naughty wind play with her perpetual, white-crystal hairdo, which at the same time tickled the back of her neck, and filled her soul with the best expectations of the coming day.
Colette
