Prose

“Commander, you, I do hope, clearly understand that you have been summoned here not by chance?” with these words the timeless leader of the Brotherhood looked over his

“Well, come in, come in, take a seat.

Immense hourglass of a silvery color, which were smoothly soaring in the center of a hall, were slowly passing tiny grains of sand through themselves, gradually rotatin

“You call us Angels, but you laugh loudly at our backs when we speak to you of the flight.

Galactic cycle 05465. Star system 53768.54.1.444.

Fantasy…

Kirill was pursued by some ill fate. Or maybe a healthy and kind one.

A-a-u-u-u-u-u!

“Ave! Did you check yesterday thought-mail?

It was surprisingly quiet today in the Hall of Destinies.