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#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created

The Excellent Guardian
"Oh, I thought it was alive," Yultan shook his head, dispelling the illusion.
"It is alive," Kiro smirked, "It's the forest guardian, Bazadzhon. You're lucky; he's in a good mood and happy to see us. Notice the green branch in his hands? If it were a dry branch, we'd have to take a detour."
Yultan looked at the guide skeptically.
"You're joking, right? You think because I believe in wood nymphs, you can pass off optical illusions as folklore tales?"
"Well, most folklore tales are, in essence, optical illusions."
"And you say this living near the Wood Nymphs' Gathering!" Yultan exclaimed in disbelief.
Kiro nodded and smirked again.
Yultan opened the shutter and aimed to photograph the strange horned tree. Kiro glanced at Bazadzhon, who seemed pleased to pose for the enthusiastic photographer. Like in a photoshoot, Yultan stepped back, lunged forward, gracefully bent to find a more interesting angle. Several times he nearly fell but somehow defied physics to stay on his feet.
Suddenly, something jerked Yultan, and gravity finally took hold. He turned to see Kiro holding him by the collar of his jacket.
"What are you doing?"
"Сareful! Уou can't step here," Kiro said, effortlessly pulling Yultan aside.
The folklorist, looking around for the forbidden, didn't even try to get up. His amber gaze stumbled upon a circle of scorched grass.
"So it's true! I knew it!" Yultan sprang to his feet, only to fall to his knees again, seemingly sniffing the withered line. "And they said the Gathering was no more."
"It isn't. Not in the ordinary world, but we are, so to speak, beyond the boundary. People can't reach here. That's why everything here is as it should be," Kiro said, smiling at the tree, "Bazadzhon is an excellent guardian."
Whispers of the Wood Nymphs, by AlbireoMKG

Description
#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created

The Excellent Guardian
"Oh, I thought it was alive," Yultan shook his head, dispelling the illusion.
"It is alive," Kiro smirked, "It's the forest guardian, Bazadzhon. You're lucky; he's in a good mood and happy to see us. Notice the green branch in his hands? If it were a dry branch, we'd have to take a detour."
Yultan looked at the guide skeptically.
"You're joking, right? You think because I believe in wood nymphs, you can pass off optical illusions as folklore tales?"
"Well, most folklore tales are, in essence, optical illusions."
"And you say this living near the Wood Nymphs' Gathering!" Yultan exclaimed in disbelief.
Kiro nodded and smirked again.
Yultan opened the shutter and aimed to photograph the strange horned tree. Kiro glanced at Bazadzhon, who seemed pleased to pose for the enthusiastic photographer. Like in a photoshoot, Yultan stepped back, lunged forward, gracefully bent to find a more interesting angle. Several times he nearly fell but somehow defied physics to stay on his feet.
Suddenly, something jerked Yultan, and gravity finally took hold. He turned to see Kiro holding him by the collar of his jacket.
"What are you doing?"
"Сareful! Уou can't step here," Kiro said, effortlessly pulling Yultan aside.
The folklorist, looking around for the forbidden, didn't even try to get up. His amber gaze stumbled upon a circle of scorched grass.
"So it's true! I knew it!" Yultan sprang to his feet, only to fall to his knees again, seemingly sniffing the withered line. "And they said the Gathering was no more."
"It isn't. Not in the ordinary world, but we are, so to speak, beyond the boundary. People can't reach here. That's why everything here is as it should be," Kiro said, smiling at the tree, "Bazadzhon is an excellent guardian."
Whispers of the Wood Nymphs, by AlbireoMKG