#Hi_from_reality

Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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Rime got up, walked to the wall, as the werespider approached, a silver web with crystals appeared on the empty wall.
-There are children from different worlds.
Various creatures were locked in the crystals, along with their fears and pain. Someone fought from within, realizing in horror the boundaries of their cage, someone humbly waited for the executioner, trembling from some kind of hidden torment, someone fought with attacking nightmares with amazing naivety. Torn and untouched, mutilated and it seemed that they weren’t, but as soon as you take a closer look, it became clear that hidden injuries did not allow the creature to live fully. There were some, it seemed, out of place here, tender and cheerful, living in some kind of sweet flower-radiant world, not alone, with someone, with some girlfriends, young guys. The crystals reliably concealed any manifestations of life, not a sound came from there, the crystals themselves were motionless, the web did not tremble, but life was beating everywhere inside. When Rime looked at the web, those locked in their personal hell seemed to feel his approach and at the same time froze in fear. Even those who did not raise their heads, seemingly resigned, imperceptibly flinched or froze. Those locked in the lovely worlds also trembled, but did not seem to understand why.
-I understand, there is a lot of information, it is difficult to choose. I can suggest the same race if you want, Esvett is a muse, somewhere I had one. But I’d rather you take the time and choose for yourself. You can enter any toy, you can stay there unnoticed, you can talk and look at their past … games. To evaluate the behavior of the material. Broken and obedient on this branch, – Rime drew along the line of crystals on the threads of the web, and hot, restrained languor, like a wave of a thin, hot smell of desire, seemed to break through the walls of the crystals. It seemed. Movement inside caused such a sensation. Bitterly stifled fear and sweet anticipation made those locked in tremble or freeze, waiting. Someone looked up, smiling timidly, probably believing that Rime would see.
-A muse here, – Rime hit one crystal with his fingernail. The girl inside dropped her book, looked around, and carefully sat up in bed, probably frantically wondering if everything was all right. She was frightened and did not know what to expect, so she tried to somehow get together and meet everything that would come with dignity.

I’m here, AlbireoMKG