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Hello guys! here I'm again…
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White House by Trump's TheoryAndHi, Binance. It’s me again — a whining dude with 30+ years of experience in life itself. And what I want to share today from my life — is not some philosophy or another rant about fate… but a small observation about WHAT THE F🤯CK IS TRUMP DOING?! ( — “Donald came for your job and your iPhone.”) And how all this madness affects not only me, but primarily the USA. I’ve been through a lot: the death of Windows 2000, XP, 7 and Explorer (especially painful, like burying a friend who always lagged at the worst moment), oil wars, lockdowns, 10 generations of iPhones that don’t differ from each other — like twins in an Armenian family, only more expensive… and a crisis of fashion and pop culture, desperately trying to resurrect the ‘80s, ‘90s and ‘00s… as if all designers secretly dream of wearing neon pants and platform sneakers again and listening to hip-hop on Nokia phones. But I never thought I’d live to see the death of the ($) — the green gold with American presidents’ faces on it… And that America might once again face civil war. (And of course, the Avengers won’t help here. Honestly, I didn’t even understand that movie — who are all these people and why does Captain America have a perfect ass while I have a mortgage?!) What’s interesting is — that it might start in China too… But let’s not go there now. I think everyone’s already asked this question — either to themselves or to the internet… What’s Trump’s plan — if there even is one? Judging by the latest news… — no… and there never was one… You could already tell during his first term… or maybe there is? Here are a few theories I’d like to share… Theory 1: Trump Has No Plan. He Has an Ego. The very first theory — you probably still remember all his slogans and promises: that he’s supposedly “breaking the system,” “giving the country back to the people,” “fighting globalists,” and “protecting Americans from radical leftists.” This is presented as a plan to restore “Great America” (Make America Great Again). But in reality, he’s destroying institutions, sowing division, acting in favor of his own ego, destabilizing international relations, and using rhetoric of fear, racism, and lies. And why does he do this? Of course, for his beloved self… (Seriously, I bet Trump has a mirror at home that says: “You’re the best, Donnie, don’t forget it!”) His actions are mostly aimed at strengthening his personal power, avoiding legal and criminal liability, and influencing mass consciousness through media control. He mobilizes a loyal voter base, increases polarization, and exploits distrust in the elites. He never had a plan — rather, a set of tricks. He acts like someone who doesn’t build bridges but burns them for the fireworks. He’s a master at playing on contradictions and a sense of threat. The “crisis-reaction-victory” tactic is in his blood. He’s not a strategist in the classic sense, but he intuitively knows where to press to swing society to his side. What he does: Frames all criminal cases and lawsuits against him as political persecution by the “deep state.” Why: To maintain the image of a fighter against the corrupt elite and gain sympathy from his base. Where it leads: If he really gets jailed or restricted, he’ll become a “martyr” and possibly spark a wave of protests. If not — he’ll return as a “victor” who bent the system to his will. But in my view, the main goal of this chaos… is to get full immunity from all prosecution… and bury his dark deeds in a black box… which he’ll classify for 50 years. (Like grandma’s jars of pickles, only instead of cucumbers — records of bribes and tax evasion schemes.) Theory 2: Trump is a Kremlin Sleeper Agent (a continuation of the first) This theory deals with his shady investments that appeared out of nowhere… Like all millionaires, he’s entangled with the criminal world — the only question is: how deep? If you believe certain rumors or a couple of stories from his books… He was allegedly recruited by Soviet intelligence, the SSC-State Security Committee or russian (KGB)… Yes, the USSR collapsed, but as they say — connections remain forever. That’s one reason he loves being friends with Putin. (Just imagine: Trump and Putin sitting in a sauna, arguing over who looks cooler on a horse… and who wins? Of course, boobs win!!!) And ties to the Russian mafia trace back to his rise to wealth. Otherwise how did he fund all those dumb projects? Or maybe he himself is a Kremlin agent, brainwashed and turned into a sleeper at the very beginning of his journey. Like in Captain America movies, where Bucky was also recruited by the KGB and brainwashed with special tech, put into hibernation until the right moment. And that moment came — his task: destroy America. And then stay in power as a USURPER for as long as possible for the allotted term, FOR 10 YEARS, making the USA a TOTALITARIAN STATE. Leading the country into martial law, rocking INTERNAL CONFLICTS as in the first term. He started from the roots — wrecking all structures from within, from intelligence and national security to basic social services — with a bit of help from Musk. As for how it happened — no one will say: Did he go to them willingly, or was he kidnapped while grabbing coffee — that’s a mystery… (For real though: Trump ordering an Americano — and comes out a KGB agent. It happens.) Or he’s just a corrupt dude taking bribes from Russia in oil dollars — and couldn’t care less what happens to his country after. Theory 3: Trump is the Chosen One of Satan Yeah, this theory is full-on madness. If you believe all the conspiracy theories, there are various cults and brotherhoods. But the one on everyone’s lips — the Illuminati. One of the strongest cults, supposedly branched off from the TEMPLAR COMMUNITIES. And they, in turn, seized power over the planet using all sorts of levers to take and hold control. Take religion — Christianity and its made-up prophet Jesus. There’s very little evidence of his actual existence, and the main postulate is the Torah. Since everything in the Bible is taken from Judaism, there’s literally no mention of Jesus at all. But never mind — we’ll dive into that in one of the future episodes: “Myths and Realities, Episode 666” Back to Trump — how is he connected? Isn’t it obvious there were so many oddities during his first and second elections… Why is it that every time he’s in office — pure insanity breaks out? First term — global “Corona Verus,” then near-civil war with “Black Lives Matter” and “Stop Asian Hate,” and finally, the Capitol Riot… And what’s happening now? From day one he starts slapping on “Tariffs,” which just crank up the global crisis and escalate things with China (though to me, the tension with China was already brewing — Trump just showed up and said: “Spice it up!”) Plus, the U.S. is no longer the global leader in any area — especially not in security. He pulls military protection from Europe. And here’s the punchline: one of the goals of Satanists or Luciferians is to sow CHAOS in the world — to destroy it and rebirth a NEW World. But with a twist — based on the teachings of Lucifer. And now the Illuminati are prepping their Ark. But not two of every animal — just their Golden Billion of chosen people for the fantasy future they imagine. They’ll be the elite. Everyone else? Just trash. Robots and Artificial Intelligence will do the servicing. The rest are seen as parasites — unworthy of existence because they consume resources and slowly kill the Earth. Even Trump’s hand gestures during press conferences hint at this. (Seriously, slow-mo a Trump video and it looks like he’s throwing up goat signs or summoning the demon of inflation from the podium.) But okay… I can’t fix this shitstorm anymore. Let’s talk about the consequences of Trump’s war on the world. More precisely — on his own economy, logic, and common sense. Consequences If even part of these theories is true — and the world keeps dropping hints that maybe they’re not so crazy — then the consequences won’t just be destructive. They’ll be epochal. Here’s what we might face: 1. Financial Collapse and Shortages War with China, trade barriers, sanctions both ways — all of this is tearing global supply chains apart. Which means: — Shortages of basic and mass-market goods (rice, noodles, veggies, meat, medicine). — Prices rising like yeast (and yeast — ironically — also in short supply, so now you’re standing there holding yeast like it’s early Bitcoin). — Supermarkets start emptying out, lines stretch long, and memes about 2020 toilet paper become reality again. Only this time without laughter — just pure fear and a naked ass. 2. Mass Layoffs and Unemployment Small businesses can’t survive, corporations start optimizing or shutting down U.S. operations. IT workers move back to India, and the U.S. faces a tsunami of layoffs. — No jobs. — Prices keep rising. — Loans are choking people. — And nobody says “American Dream” anymore — now it’s “American Survival Mode.” (— “What’s your life plan?” — “To survive. Preferably not just on mom's spaghetti.”) 3. Reverse Immigration Used to be everyone rushed into America. Now? — Reverse emigration. People start leaving for Mexico, Canada, Europe, Asia. Smart ones go early. Hopeful ones — later. America, from the dream country, turns into an escape zone. Who stays? Those with nowhere to go. Those who still believe something can change. Or those who didn’t make it in time. (— “Dad, why do we live in a van now?” — “Because Dad had a dream — to move to California.” — “And now?” — “Now my dream is not to pay for parking.”) 4. The U.S. is No Longer a Leader & the Death of the Mighty Dollar America loses global influence — economically, militarily, technologically. — Allies drift away. — NATO is cracking. The dollar isn’t just a currency — it’s a SYMBOL. — A symbol of Power, Freedom, the American Dream. Now that SYMBOL — IS DYING. — The world starts ditching the dollar in foreign trade. — Oil no longer has to be sold for bucks. — China, BRICS, and the so-called “New East” rise, trading in YUAN. Welcome to a multipolar world — where the U.S. is no longer the center. (— “Grandma, what’s this green paper?” — “Oh, child, we used to call that money… now it’s just a napkin for your cookies.”) 5. Internal Burnout and Apathy People get tired. Of lies, poverty, and constant “Changes For The Better.” A new era of apathy begins. Everyone’s in it for themselves. Your neighbor’s no longer a person — just competition for food. Nobody believes in elections, laws, or justice anymore. Used to chant “We the People!” Now it’s just: “Leave me the hell alone.” When everything’s collapsing — shortages, inflation, layoffs, and the vanishing dollar — people break. They stop fighting. They just survive. And at some point, everyone silently realizes: — The America they knew… is dead. (— “Dad, why is our flag made of Walmart bags?” — “Son, patriotism has never been so affordable.”) How This Shit Will Manifest in Real Life in the USA 1. Lifestyle: Simpler, Cheaper, Cautious Housing Shift: Goodbye expensive rent and mortgages in big cities. People move en masse to suburbs, trailer parks, or in with relatives. Communal living and “roommates” — back to being normal even for adults and families. Yeah, cities become ghost towns, like in apocalypse flicks… But not from viruses or zombies — just pure economic unviability. (“Zombie apocalypse? Nah, this is a mortgage apocalypse — eats your brain, but legally and slow.”) Food & Consumption: More shopping at discount stores (Walmart, Dollar Tree). Restaurants replaced with frozen dinners and home-cooking. Clothes bought at thrift stores or on clearance (Thrift Economy). The death of fast food arrives… or fast food chains evolve: switching to fake or ultra-low-grade ingredients — still harmful, but cheap. Main thing is: no relatives in the ingredients… Although, after Scooby-Doo, nothing surprises us anymore. Cars: Fewer new cars, boom in the used car market. Everyone postpones buying EVs unless there are subsidies. If EV use grows, electricity theft begins… along with stealing solar panels… Or worse — kidnapping pets or wild animals to make them run generators… Or even worse — we go back to the Wild West, where your best friend is a fast horse… and a solar hamster with a dynamo wheel. 2. Behavior and Priorities Survival > American Dream The cult of success and flashy consumption fades. People now value stability over ambition. (— “What do you want to be when you grow up?” — “Alive, Mom.”) Anxiety Spike: Rise in mental disorders, anxiety, antidepressant use. Therapy becomes the new safety net. (Depression used to be a hipster trend — now it’s mainstream.) Work: One person = 2–3 income sources: main job + Uber + Etsy + weekend side gigs. More freelancing, remote work — especially among youth. Microbusiness boom: people bake, fix things, stream, teach, hustle with their hands. (— “What do you do?” — “I’m a barber, streamer, vibrator tester, and I fix laptops in my kitchen. All at once. Until the batteries run out, there's nothing to do.”) Trades like plumbing and electrical work spike in value. America’s infrastructure falling apart — demand for fixes skyrockets. (— “I fixed everything, now the water comes out of the tap…” — “So, do you accept my photos from OnlyFans instead of bucks?”) 3. Cultural, Technological, and Economic Shift Rise of Self-Sufficiency: Survival courses, urban gardening, DIY everything. People learn to repair, sew, cook, preserve. (— “You pickling cucumbers again?” — “Yep. I’m no longer an influencer — I’m a fermenter.”) Political Radicalization: Disillusionment with the government, rise in “anti-system” figures. Distrust of media, vaccines, elections — shift to local thinking: “my state, my block, my crew.” Territorial vibes rise again — fight for safe turf. (— “Where you from?” — “Brooklyn.” — “Get out. This is potato diggers’ turf.”) Simplified Leisure: More free entertainment: YouTube, TikTok, walks, reading. Fancy vacations replaced by local chill — camping, beaches, nature. Or will everyone go to the META-WORLD... where everything will be allowed... any sales... from walks to camping and to the sex... another one step on the way to the matrix. Increased demand for mex imitation devices… (“Maldives” becomes a swear word.) Food Production: People start growing basic fruits and veggies at home — easy, low-maintenance crops. (— “I grew up in the Bronx.” — “Now you grow zucchinis in the Bronx.”) Farmers in the South take a hit, intensity rises. Tons of poor-quality produce flood the market — people get sick from bad homegrown food. Home farming becomes regulated. Licenses required. (— “Gardener ID, sir.” — “That’s… that’s just a bag of dill seeds…” — “Too green. You’re under arrest.”) It’s all to protect agribusiness from total collapse 4. Who Gets Hit the Hardest Big Business — the first to suffer. Due to tariffs, they’ll shut down U.S. operations or switch to cheap, low-quality domestic materials. This triggers mass layoffs. (— “You used to work in a corporation?” — “Yeah, now I work in a garage. We make socks and soap.” — “Like a startup?” — “No, like survival.”) Youth: No way to buy homes, live independently, or get decent loans. Three options left: trailer, parent’s couch, or tent in a park. (Or you become someone who “doesn’t seek housing, just prefers to stay grounded.”) Seniors: Inflation eats pensions, insurance prices skyrocket. (Even the rocking chair is on a lease now.) Immigrants and Low-Skilled Workers: job competition intensifies. Even with a diploma, you might lose your job to the guy who just arrived — and already sells muffins on Etsy. Finally… Yeah, Trump is president again. Does he have a plan? Maybe. But it looks like this: “Let’s shake everything up and say it’s for freedom.” And for America and the rest of the world, that doesn't promise anything good… At least not for me — someone from a 3rd world country. Sure, I’m not starving in India or Africa… I don’t wear plastic bottles as shoes… Don’t eat worms to survive… And I'm not a sewer diver in shit to making $11 a month at best. I live like an American — just with less income. And my job isn’t hell — it’s just boring. But how will the average American live? Something like this: They wake up not for coffee — but to check if their zucchini greenhouse burned down overnight. People secretly dig soil. Lawns become strategic assets. And street scenes look like drug deals — only with vegetables. — “Yo man, want the good stuff?” — “Whatcha got?” — “Carrots, radish, clean cabbage — no GMOs.” — “How much for the beets?” — “4 bucks, bro, but it’s organic. Not that crap Bob sells on the corner.” (— “If I give you broccoli, will you give me Wi-Fi?”) The cops have launched a new division: The Illegal Crop Control Unit. They just arrested five people for growing cabbage. One cried and whispered: “I just wanted borsch, officer… just borsch…” Starbucks now sells actual coffee made from cat poop… Because, hell, it’s cheaper than importing beans from Brazil. (Even the cat’s like: “Y’all serious? Ugh… fine, just stay out of my litter box.”) And I’ll just sit there, sipping a two-year-old teabag and thinking: “So this is your Great Renaissance, America?” Well… but to be honest, despite all this shit, the collapse, unemployment, hunger, and banned borscht — Americans will be like: “This isn’t a crisis — it’s a lifestyle.” That’s the paradox — America knows how to adapt. They can take absolute crap… and turn it into a scented candle called “Freedom Blend.” What’s called “survival” in another country — in the U.S. is called: “a new lifestyle” or “experimental minimalist deconstruction of capitalist routine.” (Or just: “I live in a trailer, bake bread, sell radishes on TikTok — and, damn, I feel alive!”) And there’s something real in that. While the whole world panics — the American’s already selling hoodies that say “Broke But Free”, and launching a podcast: “How I turned the crisis into an NFT potato farm.” So yeah, maybe it’s all going to hell… But if the people have a sense of humor and a pack of seeds — they won’t die. They’ll just make it trendy. America might collapse… but the people will survive — and they’ll do it with style. After all, I’ve been living like that for years — growing veggies in my backyard… Not because I was prepping — but because that’s a Soviet legacy I’ll talk about next time… Don’t lose heart, America… I believe in you and I love you. 🤍💥 Last thing guys... I'm now on reddit, I will be very glad to meet you there... and I will also be glad to see the comments that you leave on reddit and here🤗... here is my account for reddit...🤙🏻 u/Responsible-Bear-517 comme to me, don't be shy😜. #TrumpVsMusk #TRUMP #BTC走势分析 #USA #MakeAmericaGreatAgain

White House by Trump's TheoryAnd

Hi, Binance.
It’s me again — a whining dude with 30+ years of experience in life itself.
And what I want to share today from my life — is not some philosophy or another rant about fate…
but a small observation about
WHAT THE F🤯CK IS TRUMP DOING?!

( — “Donald came for your job and your iPhone.”)
And how all this madness affects not only me, but primarily the USA.
I’ve been through a lot: the death of Windows 2000, XP, 7 and Explorer (especially painful, like burying a friend who always lagged at the worst moment), oil wars, lockdowns, 10 generations of iPhones that don’t differ from each other — like twins in an Armenian family, only more expensive…
and a crisis of fashion and pop culture, desperately trying to resurrect the ‘80s, ‘90s and ‘00s… as if all designers secretly dream of wearing neon pants and platform sneakers again and listening to hip-hop on Nokia phones.
But I never thought I’d live to see the death of the ($) — the green gold with American presidents’ faces on it…

And that America might once again face civil war.
(And of course, the Avengers won’t help here. Honestly, I didn’t even understand that movie — who are all these people and why does Captain America have a perfect ass while I have a mortgage?!)
What’s interesting is — that it might start in China too… But let’s not go there now.
I think everyone’s already asked this question — either to themselves or to the internet…
What’s Trump’s plan — if there even is one?
Judging by the latest news… — no… and there never was one… You could already tell during his first term…
or maybe there is?
Here are a few theories I’d like to share…

Theory 1: Trump Has No Plan. He Has an Ego.
The very first theory — you probably still remember all his slogans and promises:
that he’s supposedly “breaking the system,” “giving the country back to the people,” “fighting globalists,” and “protecting Americans from radical leftists.”
This is presented as a plan to restore “Great America” (Make America Great Again).
But in reality, he’s destroying institutions, sowing division, acting in favor of his own ego, destabilizing international relations,
and using rhetoric of fear, racism, and lies.
And why does he do this? Of course, for his beloved self…
(Seriously, I bet Trump has a mirror at home that says: “You’re the best, Donnie, don’t forget it!”)
His actions are mostly aimed at strengthening his personal power, avoiding legal and criminal liability,
and influencing mass consciousness through media control. He mobilizes a loyal voter base, increases polarization,
and exploits distrust in the elites.
He never had a plan — rather, a set of tricks. He acts like someone who doesn’t build bridges but burns them for the fireworks.
He’s a master at playing on contradictions and a sense of threat. The “crisis-reaction-victory” tactic is in his blood.
He’s not a strategist in the classic sense, but he intuitively knows where to press to swing society to his side.
What he does:
Frames all criminal cases and lawsuits against him as political persecution by the “deep state.”
Why:
To maintain the image of a fighter against the corrupt elite and gain sympathy from his base.
Where it leads:
If he really gets jailed or restricted, he’ll become a “martyr” and possibly spark a wave of protests.
If not — he’ll return as a “victor” who bent the system to his will.
But in my view, the main goal of this chaos… is to get full immunity from all prosecution…
and bury his dark deeds in a black box… which he’ll classify for 50 years.
(Like grandma’s jars of pickles, only instead of cucumbers — records of bribes and tax evasion schemes.)

Theory 2: Trump is a Kremlin Sleeper Agent (a continuation of the first)
This theory deals with his shady investments that appeared out of nowhere…
Like all millionaires, he’s entangled with the criminal world — the only question is: how deep?
If you believe certain rumors or a couple of stories from his books…
He was allegedly recruited by Soviet intelligence, the SSC-State Security Committee or russian (KGB)…
Yes, the USSR collapsed, but as they say — connections remain forever.
That’s one reason he loves being friends with Putin.
(Just imagine: Trump and Putin sitting in a sauna, arguing over who looks cooler on a horse… and who wins? Of course, boobs win!!!)
And ties to the Russian mafia trace back to his rise to wealth.
Otherwise how did he fund all those dumb projects?
Or maybe he himself is a Kremlin agent, brainwashed and turned into a sleeper at the very beginning of his journey.
Like in Captain America movies, where Bucky was also recruited by the KGB and brainwashed with special tech,
put into hibernation until the right moment.
And that moment came — his task: destroy America. And then stay in power as a USURPER for as long as possible for the allotted term, FOR 10 YEARS, making the USA a TOTALITARIAN STATE. Leading the country into martial law, rocking INTERNAL CONFLICTS as in the first term.
He started from the roots — wrecking all structures from within, from intelligence and national security
to basic social services — with a bit of help from Musk.
As for how it happened — no one will say:
Did he go to them willingly, or was he kidnapped while grabbing coffee — that’s a mystery…
(For real though: Trump ordering an Americano — and comes out a KGB agent. It happens.)
Or he’s just a corrupt dude taking bribes from Russia in oil dollars — and couldn’t care less what happens to his country after.

Theory 3: Trump is the Chosen One of Satan
Yeah, this theory is full-on madness.
If you believe all the conspiracy theories, there are various cults and brotherhoods.
But the one on everyone’s lips — the Illuminati. One of the strongest cults, supposedly branched off from the TEMPLAR COMMUNITIES.
And they, in turn, seized power over the planet using all sorts of levers to take and hold control.
Take religion — Christianity and its made-up prophet Jesus.
There’s very little evidence of his actual existence, and the main postulate is the Torah.
Since everything in the Bible is taken from Judaism, there’s literally no mention of Jesus at all.
But never mind — we’ll dive into that in one of the future episodes: “Myths and Realities, Episode 666”
Back to Trump — how is he connected?
Isn’t it obvious there were so many oddities during his first and second elections…
Why is it that every time he’s in office — pure insanity breaks out?
First term — global “Corona Verus,” then near-civil war with “Black Lives Matter” and “Stop Asian Hate,”
and finally, the Capitol Riot…
And what’s happening now?
From day one he starts slapping on “Tariffs,”
which just crank up the global crisis and escalate things with China
(though to me, the tension with China was already brewing — Trump just showed up and said: “Spice it up!”)
Plus, the U.S. is no longer the global leader in any area — especially not in security.
He pulls military protection from Europe.
And here’s the punchline: one of the goals of Satanists or Luciferians is to sow CHAOS in the world — to destroy it and rebirth a NEW World.
But with a twist — based on the teachings of Lucifer.
And now the Illuminati are prepping their Ark.
But not two of every animal — just their Golden Billion of chosen people for the fantasy future they imagine.
They’ll be the elite.
Everyone else? Just trash.
Robots and Artificial Intelligence will do the servicing.
The rest are seen as parasites — unworthy of existence because they consume resources and slowly kill the Earth.
Even Trump’s hand gestures during press conferences hint at this.
(Seriously, slow-mo a Trump video and it looks like he’s throwing up goat signs or summoning the demon of inflation from the podium.)
But okay… I can’t fix this shitstorm anymore.
Let’s talk about the consequences of Trump’s war on the world.
More precisely — on his own economy, logic, and common sense.
Consequences
If even part of these theories is true — and the world keeps dropping hints that maybe they’re not so crazy —
then the consequences won’t just be destructive.
They’ll be epochal.
Here’s what we might face:
1. Financial Collapse and Shortages
War with China, trade barriers, sanctions both ways — all of this is tearing global supply chains apart.
Which means:
— Shortages of basic and mass-market goods (rice, noodles, veggies, meat, medicine).
— Prices rising like yeast (and yeast — ironically — also in short supply, so now you’re standing there holding yeast like it’s early Bitcoin).
— Supermarkets start emptying out, lines stretch long, and memes about 2020 toilet paper become reality again.
Only this time without laughter — just pure fear and a naked ass.

2. Mass Layoffs and Unemployment
Small businesses can’t survive, corporations start optimizing or shutting down U.S. operations.
IT workers move back to India, and the U.S. faces a tsunami of layoffs.
— No jobs.
— Prices keep rising.
— Loans are choking people.
— And nobody says “American Dream” anymore — now it’s “American Survival Mode.”
(— “What’s your life plan?” — “To survive. Preferably not just on mom's spaghetti.”)

3. Reverse Immigration
Used to be everyone rushed into America. Now?
— Reverse emigration.
People start leaving for Mexico, Canada, Europe, Asia.
Smart ones go early. Hopeful ones — later.
America, from the dream country, turns into an escape zone.
Who stays?
Those with nowhere to go.
Those who still believe something can change.
Or those who didn’t make it in time.
(— “Dad, why do we live in a van now?”
— “Because Dad had a dream — to move to California.”
— “And now?”
— “Now my dream is not to pay for parking.”)

4. The U.S. is No Longer a Leader & the Death of the Mighty Dollar
America loses global influence — economically, militarily, technologically.
— Allies drift away.
— NATO is cracking.
The dollar isn’t just a currency — it’s a SYMBOL.
— A symbol of Power, Freedom, the American Dream.
Now that SYMBOL — IS DYING.
— The world starts ditching the dollar in foreign trade.
— Oil no longer has to be sold for bucks.
— China, BRICS, and the so-called “New East” rise, trading in YUAN.
Welcome to a multipolar world — where the U.S. is no longer the center.
(— “Grandma, what’s this green paper?”
— “Oh, child, we used to call that money… now it’s just a napkin for your cookies.”)

5. Internal Burnout and Apathy
People get tired.
Of lies, poverty, and constant “Changes For The Better.”
A new era of apathy begins.
Everyone’s in it for themselves.
Your neighbor’s no longer a person — just competition for food.
Nobody believes in elections, laws, or justice anymore.
Used to chant “We the People!”
Now it’s just: “Leave me the hell alone.”
When everything’s collapsing — shortages, inflation, layoffs, and the vanishing dollar — people break.
They stop fighting.
They just survive.
And at some point, everyone silently realizes:
— The America they knew… is dead.
(— “Dad, why is our flag made of Walmart bags?”
— “Son, patriotism has never been so affordable.”)

How This Shit Will Manifest in Real Life in the USA
1. Lifestyle: Simpler, Cheaper, Cautious
Housing Shift:
Goodbye expensive rent and mortgages in big cities.
People move en masse to suburbs, trailer parks, or in with relatives.
Communal living and “roommates” — back to being normal even for adults and families.
Yeah, cities become ghost towns, like in apocalypse flicks…
But not from viruses or zombies —
just pure economic unviability.
(“Zombie apocalypse? Nah, this is a mortgage apocalypse — eats your brain, but legally and slow.”)
Food & Consumption:
More shopping at discount stores (Walmart, Dollar Tree).
Restaurants replaced with frozen dinners and home-cooking.
Clothes bought at thrift stores or on clearance (Thrift Economy).
The death of fast food arrives…
or fast food chains evolve: switching to fake or ultra-low-grade ingredients — still harmful, but cheap.
Main thing is: no relatives in the ingredients…
Although, after Scooby-Doo, nothing surprises us anymore.
Cars:
Fewer new cars, boom in the used car market.
Everyone postpones buying EVs unless there are subsidies.
If EV use grows, electricity theft begins… along with stealing solar panels…
Or worse — kidnapping pets or wild animals to make them run generators…
Or even worse — we go back to the Wild West, where your best friend is a fast horse…
and a solar hamster with a dynamo wheel.

2. Behavior and Priorities
Survival > American Dream
The cult of success and flashy consumption fades.
People now value stability over ambition.
(— “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
— “Alive, Mom.”)
Anxiety Spike:
Rise in mental disorders, anxiety, antidepressant use.
Therapy becomes the new safety net.
(Depression used to be a hipster trend — now it’s mainstream.)
Work:
One person = 2–3 income sources:
main job + Uber + Etsy + weekend side gigs.
More freelancing, remote work — especially among youth.
Microbusiness boom: people bake, fix things, stream, teach, hustle with their hands.
(— “What do you do?”
— “I’m a barber, streamer, vibrator tester, and I fix laptops in my kitchen. All at once. Until the batteries run out, there's nothing to do.”)
Trades like plumbing and electrical work spike in value.
America’s infrastructure falling apart — demand for fixes skyrockets.
(— “I fixed everything, now the water comes out of the tap…”
— “So, do you accept my photos from OnlyFans instead of bucks?”)

3. Cultural, Technological, and Economic Shift
Rise of Self-Sufficiency:
Survival courses, urban gardening, DIY everything.
People learn to repair, sew, cook, preserve.
(— “You pickling cucumbers again?”
— “Yep. I’m no longer an influencer — I’m a fermenter.”)
Political Radicalization:
Disillusionment with the government, rise in “anti-system” figures.
Distrust of media, vaccines, elections — shift to local thinking: “my state, my block, my crew.”
Territorial vibes rise again — fight for safe turf.
(— “Where you from?”
— “Brooklyn.”
— “Get out. This is potato diggers’ turf.”)
Simplified Leisure:
More free entertainment: YouTube, TikTok, walks, reading.
Fancy vacations replaced by local chill — camping, beaches, nature.
Or will everyone go to the META-WORLD... where everything will be allowed... any sales... from walks to camping and to the sex... another one step on the way to the matrix. Increased demand for mex imitation devices…
(“Maldives” becomes a swear word.)
Food Production:
People start growing basic fruits and veggies at home — easy, low-maintenance crops.
(— “I grew up in the Bronx.”
— “Now you grow zucchinis in the Bronx.”)
Farmers in the South take a hit, intensity rises.
Tons of poor-quality produce flood the market —
people get sick from bad homegrown food.
Home farming becomes regulated.
Licenses required.
(— “Gardener ID, sir.”
— “That’s… that’s just a bag of dill seeds…”
— “Too green. You’re under arrest.”)
It’s all to protect agribusiness from total collapse

4. Who Gets Hit the Hardest
Big Business — the first to suffer.
Due to tariffs, they’ll shut down U.S. operations or switch to cheap, low-quality domestic materials.
This triggers mass layoffs.
(— “You used to work in a corporation?”
— “Yeah, now I work in a garage. We make socks and soap.”
— “Like a startup?”
— “No, like survival.”)
Youth: No way to buy homes, live independently, or get decent loans.
Three options left: trailer, parent’s couch, or tent in a park.
(Or you become someone who “doesn’t seek housing, just prefers to stay grounded.”)
Seniors: Inflation eats pensions, insurance prices skyrocket.
(Even the rocking chair is on a lease now.)
Immigrants and Low-Skilled Workers: job competition intensifies.
Even with a diploma, you might lose your job to the guy who just arrived — and already sells muffins on Etsy.

Finally…
Yeah, Trump is president again. Does he have a plan? Maybe.
But it looks like this:
“Let’s shake everything up and say it’s for freedom.”
And for America and the rest of the world, that doesn't promise anything good…
At least not for me — someone from a 3rd world country.
Sure, I’m not starving in India or Africa…
I don’t wear plastic bottles as shoes…
Don’t eat worms to survive…
And I'm not a sewer diver in shit to making $11 a month at best.
I live like an American — just with less income.
And my job isn’t hell — it’s just boring.
But how will the average American live? Something like this:
They wake up not for coffee —
but to check if their zucchini greenhouse burned down overnight.
People secretly dig soil.
Lawns become strategic assets.
And street scenes look like drug deals — only with vegetables.
— “Yo man, want the good stuff?”
— “Whatcha got?”
— “Carrots, radish, clean cabbage — no GMOs.”
— “How much for the beets?”
— “4 bucks, bro, but it’s organic. Not that crap Bob sells on the corner.”
(— “If I give you broccoli, will you give me Wi-Fi?”)

The cops have launched a new division: The Illegal Crop Control Unit.
They just arrested five people for growing cabbage.
One cried and whispered:
“I just wanted borsch, officer… just borsch…”
Starbucks now sells actual coffee made from cat poop…
Because, hell, it’s cheaper than importing beans from Brazil.
(Even the cat’s like: “Y’all serious? Ugh… fine, just stay out of my litter box.”)
And I’ll just sit there, sipping a two-year-old teabag and thinking:
“So this is your Great Renaissance, America?”
Well… but to be honest, despite all this shit, the collapse, unemployment, hunger, and banned borscht —
Americans will be like:
“This isn’t a crisis — it’s a lifestyle.”
That’s the paradox — America knows how to adapt.
They can take absolute crap…
and turn it into a scented candle called “Freedom Blend.”
What’s called “survival” in another country — in the U.S. is called:
“a new lifestyle” or “experimental minimalist deconstruction of capitalist routine.”
(Or just: “I live in a trailer, bake bread, sell radishes on TikTok — and, damn, I feel alive!”)
And there’s something real in that.
While the whole world panics — the American’s already selling hoodies that say “Broke But Free”,
and launching a podcast:
“How I turned the crisis into an NFT potato farm.”
So yeah, maybe it’s all going to hell…
But if the people have a sense of humor and a pack of seeds —
they won’t die.
They’ll just make it trendy.
America might collapse… but the people will survive — and they’ll do it with style.
After all, I’ve been living like that for years — growing veggies in my backyard…
Not because I was prepping —
but because that’s a Soviet legacy I’ll talk about next time…
Don’t lose heart, America… I believe in you and I love you. 🤍💥

Last thing guys... I'm now on reddit, I will be very glad to meet you there... and I will also be glad to see the comments that you leave on reddit and here🤗... here is my account for reddit...🤙🏻 u/Responsible-Bear-517 comme to me, don't be shy😜.
#TrumpVsMusk #TRUMP #BTC走势分析 #USA #MakeAmericaGreatAgain

Kuwait_Jaen

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After 30 lvlHello Binance, it's me again. I want to share my experience as a man who is over 30 years old. And what pleasant and unpleasant events awaited me and what I have achieved over my years. And since I'm writing all this nonsense while sitting in an office, and not standing on stage telling my stand-up, I decided to call this show a shttdown. Because there's going to be a lot of shit pouring out down of the pipes in this post... So let's do it, my name is Kuwiat Jaen and I am over 30 years old (in short 30 lvl). Yes, I know what you're thinking, you might be, yes I am Asian and no I am not Muslim and I do not live in East Asia, not in Kuwait, not in Jordan, I am from Central Asia and this is not Afghanistan... And I don't know the (ISIL) office number... And I do not belong to participate in terrorist organizations or terrorist parties... And I don't know about the gunmen or other killers who redy to kill for money your neighbors, who get on your nerves. And I'm not from that Asia where they make sushi for breakfast and draw anime. I'm an ordinary guy with more of a European appearance, not a person who born with a beard, as is commonly believed in Central Asia. And my name is written only in French. So let's continue about my life. I wouldn’t say that I divide my life into any periods of life or even into segments. For me and I think as for everyone else, everything seems the same, I’ll even say more that my thinking hasn’t changed much since I was 10 years old. The only thing that has changed is the attitude towards myself, before I was burning with youthful maximalism for a long time and believed that I could do everything! Especially that I can turn this world upside down like Steve Jobs or Elon Musk. Well, now I’ve become lazy and the most I turn over is my sofa in search of the TV remote control. I work in a bank as an IT specialist in technical support. And like many IT specialists, my office in the building is located somewhere far away in the gray corner, like a dark booth from which minions jump out when something breaks and needs to be urgently fixed. And naturally because of such conditions. I, like many IT specialists, suffer from attention deficit. It's hard to understand the generation older than you or vice versa younger. If the first category is old grumblers and stuffy ones, who i am becoming now, then the second one is mostly sociopaths, who i have been since my teens. I have this feeling that we will soon become so lazy that we will communicate like h2d2 pe-pe-pe. Yes, it is difficult to understand us people, we are increasingly running away from society and at the same time we all cry into our pillows at night wondering why we are so lonely. And over my 30 years, I do this more and more often. Take my example I don't like to complain and this is not a complaint, just a retelling of the fact from my point of view, so don't think that I'm that old, who does nothing but whine about his problems. I generally consider myself positive! It's just, you know, it's hard to stay positive when you're getting elbowed in the liver outside a store, and this happens often. And in addition when people latently ignore you, then it is very noticeable and affects not only mental health as well as on physical health and then again, like a teenager, you run to cry into your pillow. — Had a fight at work? Throw cry in my pillow. — Had a fight with your family? Throw cry in my pillow. — Spent money on some crap from AliExpress? Throw cry in my pillow. And so it goes all day and on every occasion, just like clockwork. And I'm so already 37 years old and I have a family and a child, and I behave like a child myself, although who decides and judges how an adult should behave, and especially a man. I think we often wind ourselves up over this. We often want to be like others - a little luxury and a small circle of admirers. And that's the whole problem, because we often compare ourselves to others and set them as our example instead of being ourselves, although on the other hand this is also not the best option. Be yourself... Yes, how beautiful it sounds!... But for me it means remaining the same piece of shit that who I am right now, a lazy, indifferent person. And not being one means jumping back into this rat race and becoming depressed. And you begin to analyze yourself and your life in particular. And you see that some people your age already have a house, a car, but you still live with your parents and have nothing real behind you. Probably the midlife crisis is already starting and now a pillow won’t help. What kills me most are thoughts of unfulfilled dreams and goals. But since I was 14 I dreamed of becoming a rapper like Eminem and I thought that by the age of 30 I would have albums, and limousines, and fans with posters. And I remember how I looked at those people who were doing ordinary routine work, some of them were teachers, some were programmers... and I just didn’t understand them and sometimes looked with mockery at them as they were wasting their lives doing worthless work… Well, 23 years have passed... These "ordinary" people already have housing, a stable life, and I... I still recite the lyrics to all my tracks by heart and sing them in the shower. But I don't regret it, so it doesn't kill me too much. On the contrary, I'm glad that I didn't become one. Because I got to know the industry from the inside: singing the same song every day, for years, smiling at people when all you want to do is scream... It's a tough hell. For me it is equivalent to what others do on a regular work. And also: fame and popularity can play a very bad joke. You'll become a meme, a gossip hero, and every week people will knock on your door with stupid questions like: — "Is it true that you sniffed Dr. Dre's ass to get signed to the label? or is it true that Lady Gaga leads a secret BDSM society as a Mistress, and she drove you into anal slavery?" And someone will constantly invade my privacy, that's definitely not for me. So I chose the quieter path. Now I dream of creating something like video games, writing books, becoming an artist, maybe starting a blog or at least a normal meme... But more often than not, it's not inspiration that wins, but the bed and the TV series... And this same dream kills me more than the unrealized dream of the scene at the show. Yes, this road leads me into the abyss of despair and self-hatred which develops a feeling of worthlessness. Especially when you start thinking about life after thirty, it's like someone is playing a trailer for a depressing TV series in you: "Kuwait Jaen: The Story of One Missed Chance." (Sad voice acting, violin soundtrack.) Well, that's what I'll say: fuck this. Yes! F🤥ck everything!... One thing saves me! I have a family! A beautiful wife and a beloved son! And this is the greatest miracle that has happened in my life. But what I want to say is that the main thing at this age is to come to a great understanding of what you really want to do, Well, at least for me. Yes I stopped running around here-there, doing the useless work that I did before (although I still work in a bank) and decided to do what I really like. Yes, at that age my imagination and desire to do at least something, even if only for myself, were very well developed. And I think many will agree with this, that age is just a number and don’t take it as an omission, live according to your own wave. And if you want to do something, it’s never too late. Just do everything without under pressure and regret. The main thing is to just start loving yourself, It doesn't matter for what, but simply that you are alive and that you are healthy and that there are people nearby who love you and whom you love. Thanks to everyone who read this post to the end... I hope this post inspired someone... #MetaPsychology #MyMetaWorld #MetaCommunity #Meta #ShtDown

After 30 lvl

Hello Binance, it's me again. I want to share my experience as a man who is over 30 years old. And what pleasant and unpleasant events awaited me and what I have achieved over my years. And since I'm writing all this nonsense while sitting in an office, and not standing on stage telling my stand-up, I decided to call this show a shttdown. Because there's going to be a lot of shit pouring out down of the pipes in this post...
So let's do it, my name is Kuwiat Jaen and I am over 30 years old (in short 30 lvl). Yes, I know what you're thinking, you might be, yes I am Asian and no I am not Muslim and I do not live in East Asia, not in Kuwait, not in Jordan, I am from Central Asia and this is not Afghanistan... And I don't know the (ISIL) office number... And I do not belong to participate in terrorist organizations or terrorist parties... And I don't know about the gunmen or other killers who redy to kill for money your neighbors, who get on your nerves. And I'm not from that Asia where they make sushi for breakfast and draw anime. I'm an ordinary guy with more of a European appearance, not a person who born with a beard, as is commonly believed in Central Asia. And my name is written only in French.
So let's continue about my life.
I wouldn’t say that I divide my life into any periods of life or even into segments. For me and I think as for everyone else, everything seems the same, I’ll even say more that my thinking hasn’t changed much since I was 10 years old. The only thing that has changed is the attitude towards myself, before I was burning with youthful maximalism for a long time and believed that I could do everything! Especially that I can turn this world upside down like Steve Jobs or Elon Musk. Well, now I’ve become lazy and the most I turn over is my sofa in search of the TV remote control. I work in a bank as an IT specialist in technical support. And like many IT specialists, my office in the building is located somewhere far away in the gray corner, like a dark booth from which minions jump out when something breaks and needs to be urgently fixed. And naturally because of such conditions. I, like many IT specialists, suffer from attention deficit. It's hard to understand the generation older than you or vice versa younger. If the first category is old grumblers and stuffy ones, who i am becoming now, then the second one is mostly sociopaths, who i have been since my teens. I have this feeling that we will soon become so lazy that we will communicate like h2d2 pe-pe-pe. Yes, it is difficult to understand us people, we are increasingly running away from society and at the same time we all cry into our pillows at night wondering why we are so lonely. And over my 30 years, I do this more and more often. Take my example I don't like to complain and this is not a complaint, just a retelling of the fact from my point of view, so don't think that I'm that old, who does nothing but whine about his problems. I generally consider myself positive! It's just, you know, it's hard to stay positive when you're getting elbowed in the liver outside a store, and this happens often. And in addition when people latently ignore you, then it is very noticeable and affects not only mental health as well as on physical health and then again, like a teenager, you run to cry into your pillow.
— Had a fight at work? Throw cry in my pillow.
— Had a fight with your family? Throw cry in my pillow.
— Spent money on some crap from AliExpress? Throw cry in my pillow. And so it goes all day and on every occasion, just like clockwork.

And I'm so already 37 years old and I have a family and a child, and I behave like a child myself, although who decides and judges how an adult should behave, and especially a man. I think we often wind ourselves up over this. We often want to be like others - a little luxury and a small circle of admirers. And that's the whole problem, because we often compare ourselves to others and set them as our example instead of being ourselves, although on the other hand this is also not the best option. Be yourself... Yes, how beautiful it sounds!... But for me it means remaining the same piece of shit that who I am right now, a lazy, indifferent person. And not being one means jumping back into this rat race and becoming depressed. And you begin to analyze yourself and your life in particular. And you see that some people your age already have a house, a car, but you still live with your parents and have nothing real behind you. Probably the midlife crisis is already starting and now a pillow won’t help. What kills me most are thoughts of unfulfilled dreams and goals. But since I was 14 I dreamed of becoming a rapper like Eminem and I thought that by the age of 30 I would have albums, and limousines, and fans with posters. And I remember how I looked at those people who were doing ordinary routine work, some of them were teachers, some were programmers... and I just didn’t understand them and sometimes looked with mockery at them as they were wasting their lives doing worthless work… Well, 23 years have passed... These "ordinary" people already have housing, a stable life, and I... I still recite the lyrics to all my tracks by heart and sing them in the shower. But I don't regret it, so it doesn't kill me too much. On the contrary, I'm glad that I didn't become one. Because I got to know the industry from the inside: singing the same song every day, for years, smiling at people when all you want to do is scream... It's a tough hell. For me it is equivalent to what others do on a regular work. And also: fame and popularity can play a very bad joke. You'll become a meme, a gossip hero, and every week people will knock on your door with stupid questions like: — "Is it true that you sniffed Dr. Dre's ass to get signed to the label? or is it true that Lady Gaga leads a secret BDSM society as a Mistress, and she drove you into anal slavery?" And someone will constantly invade my privacy, that's definitely not for me. So I chose the quieter path. Now I dream of creating something like video games, writing books, becoming an artist, maybe starting a blog or at least a normal meme... But more often than not, it's not inspiration that wins, but the bed and the TV series... And this same dream kills me more than the unrealized dream of the scene at the show. Yes, this road leads me into the abyss of despair and self-hatred which develops a feeling of worthlessness. Especially when you start thinking about life after thirty, it's like someone is playing a trailer for a depressing TV series in you: "Kuwait Jaen: The Story of One Missed Chance." (Sad voice acting, violin soundtrack.)
Well, that's what I'll say: fuck this. Yes! F🤥ck everything!...
One thing saves me! I have a family! A beautiful wife and a beloved son! And this is the greatest miracle that has happened in my life. But what I want to say is that the main thing at this age is to come to a great understanding of what you really want to do, Well, at least for me. Yes I stopped running around here-there, doing the useless work that I did before (although I still work in a bank) and decided to do what I really like. Yes, at that age my imagination and desire to do at least something, even if only for myself, were very well developed. And I think many will agree with this, that age is just a number and don’t take it as an omission, live according to your own wave. And if you want to do something, it’s never too late. Just do everything without under pressure and regret. The main thing is to just start loving yourself, It doesn't matter for what, but simply that you are alive and that you are healthy and that there are people nearby who love you and whom you love.
Thanks to everyone who read this post to the end... I hope this post inspired someone...

#MetaPsychology #MyMetaWorld #MetaCommunity #Meta #ShtDown

Kuwait_Jaen

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My first #NFT guys... so enjoy #NFTCommunity

Kuwait_Jaen

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Boy-out of nowhere

The sun's rays caressed on April day… On our first date… And I forgot everything, what I have to do in this pla…. Ohh? how did you appear here... Oh, sorry, where are my manners... Greetings, my friend… glad to see you again… Do you miss my story tales? Don’t be shy, you don’t have to admit it... It’s okay. I also wanted to see my listener… Do you want to hear another one from me?... If you really want it, then come sit down somewhere in a warm corner and read on, we're starting…
Whether it was a long time ago or just recently, but once upon a time in a mysterious little world and a mysterious country, in a small woods, appeared a boy-out of nowhere. Lying on a fresh grassy meadow, he slept soundly… Why out of nowhere, you might ask? Because he himself didn't know where he was from or what his name was. Well, he started to wake up.
— Aaaah... - the boy groaned, opening his eyes…
— Where am I?... - he asked, seeing the clear azure sky…
— You are where you are… - the old gnome answers him…
— What? - He looked at the gnome with a frightened look and jumped back…
— Who are you? And why am I here?... - the boy asked the old man with concern.
— Well, who are you yourself? And where were you before, if you are surprised by this place... - the old man asked in response.
— What do you mean? Who am I myself? And where have I been before? I was at home!... And stop answering a question with a question… - the young man objected.
— Oh, forgive the old curmudgeon... - the gnome said... My name is Gretsbor... I am a resident of these wonderful lands… - he continued… — Many residents of this country know me, as I know everyone, but I don’t remember you, young man... where are you from?... - he finished asking.
— What? Where am I from? Me? Uh... I... I, I don't remember... - the boy said quietly, upset…
— Then what is your name?... - the old gnome asked again…
— My name? My name... I don't remember - the young man answered again, puzzled…
— It turns out that you are a Boy-out of Nowhere and your name is Nobody… - the gnome commented.
— What?!?! I have a name! - the young man protested... - I remember... I just forgot a little bit... - the boy added sadly.
— You better answer me, how did I got here?...
- the young man began to indignantly interrogate the gnome again…
— How did you get here? How do you know this? Maybe you were here before, since you don’t remember where you’re from… maybe you were hiding from everyone in our lands… - the old man protested…
— No, I know for sure that all this is unfamiliar to me... - the youth cried out…
— I'm not from here... And what kind of forest is this?... And why are you here? You probably stole me!... - the young man began to protest angrily.
— And what is this voice that comments on my every movement and word, said the boy, shouted the boy, come on, get out too? You're all probably playing a joke on me, right?... You're all lying... And why can't I remember... Who I am... Where I am... Go to hell you all!!!... - The young man seethed with anger and rushed forward, running as fast as he could away from the gnome as far as his eyes could see…
— Hey there, shut up, stinking commentator. I'm not in a fairy tale... this is all not real... this is all a dream... HELP?! HELP!!!!!!!
— Hey, anyone!!!!!!!!!!
— Where am I?
— Who am I?
The boy ran through the forest, trying so fast to find a road or a highway that he didn't pay attention to the thorns under his feet and the needle-like branches from young trees that hit his face, when suddenly the trees in the forest began to shake and the earth began to tremble…
— What? What the hell is the commentator? Mama!!!... - he panicked
— What the hell is going on here??? - the young man thought to himself. The trees seemed to come alive, and the ground was slipping away from under his feet, the forest seemed to thicken, trees began to fall in front of his feet, becoming an obstacle and the earth began to move apart, forming large chasms…
The boy managed to grab the liana and jump over the first abyss, another hole appeared behind it, but was a little smaller. The boy, in a hurry and without thinking, decided to take the risk of jumping over her too, he took two steps and juuuuummmmmp…
— Aaaaahhhh….
Yes, he did it! He reached the ground! Just a little more and he would have fallen into the abyss. He was barely standing on a shaking patch ground which rose above the level rest.
— Hey you there, whoever is commenting on it, stop doing this... Don't pretend you don't understand who I'm talking to, why are you doing all this? I am talking to you, who is telling all this, as if reading. I am not a hero from a book or from a story, I am not a past story, I am real, I am here and now…
ENOUGHTTTT!!!!!... Do you hear? ENOUGH!!!!!... this is all not true... this is all a dream... this is all a dream… " — Aaamm... Has it really stopped... The earth has stopped shaking... And the trees aren't moving… Wow, how high I have risen… I need to get out of here before this author gets something else crazy things in his head…” Before the young man had time to think about it, suddenly, out of nowhere, another piece of land jumped out right in front of him, it looked like a small island with a tree which separated from the ground and hung in the air, the boy was stunned with bewilderment… '' — This is impossible!!!'’ - he said to himself… and he suddenly fell down, the earth that was underneath him crumbled into small stones. He closed his eyes and felt himself falling, but this feeling did not last long. For some unknown reason, he felt something pulling him upward.She twisted his legs upwards, he opened his eyes and made sure that this was indeed the case. His legs twisted upwards, he opened his eyes and saw that this was indeed the case. Now he was falling upward onto that patch of land, which had swum out before him before. From underneath which the roots of a tree protruded, as if they were spearheads. The young man panicked even more, out of fear he tried to grab onto something. And then the right hand felt something to hold on to, the boy grabbed the grass with both hands, and it turned out to be a liana. He was turned upside down again, falling and sliding through the air, he moved forward. Before his eyes opened a view of a whole, untouched land, he was delighted with what he saw and prepared to land. The only thing that scared him was a cluster of small trees, which could have seriously injured him, but decided to fly between them. And so he began to approach the ground, but suddenly someone's image appeared from under the trees. But it was too late to do anything, he had already let go of the liana and flew straight into the stranger. They crashed and both rolled to the other end of the earth, where the cliff was visible…
Arrival
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She: — Why are you looking at me like that hm?
He: — It wasn’t me... It's you…
She: — Hehe, don’t lie to me…
He: — I'm not…
She: — Please, don’t look at me like that...
He: — Why?
She: — Otherwise you'll drown in the pool of my eyes and you will lose your soul… and then no one will save you…
He: — And I'm not afraid, if I lose my soul… Aren't you afraid of losing yours?...
She: — So, let's try to take it…
He: — What if I'll do it? Will you be mine forever?...
She: — Hehe…
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G: — Rise up soldier!!! No time to sleep son!!!...
Y: — Ahhmm?? Aaa what the hell?
G: — Don't even say it, son. What the hell did you go running through a minefield? All because of this girl??? You're lucky son that you're wearing combat armor and the sprint mode is automatically turned on… otherwise I would have to collect your guts from all over the forest… hahaha… But look for the positives everywhere, it seems you have set a new world record…if not by running, then for fast shitting on your pants be sure hahaha!!! Now get up, you dumbhead!!!!
The young man couldn't come to his senses, moments later, he automatically began to feel his entire body with his hands. He gradually began to understand that he is covered from head to toe in exo-skeletal armor. The screen in the helmet showed a slightly distorted image of everything happening around, he hit the helmet on his head a couple of times and the image became clear. He looked around and couldn't understand where he was again.
— Where am I now?... - he asked in a half-whisper. The sergeant looked at him sullenly and replied: — That you still can’t recover from the concussion… - then he commanded: — Kara analysis of the state of the twentieth… A female electric voice responded: — Sergeant Kurt's voice has been identified, I start conducting a process analysis of soldier number twenty…
The young man could barely make out a full-length photo of his body on the foggy screen of his helmet. He felt a chill run through him a couple of times, sometimes up, sometimes down, then Kara said: — Pulse 120 beats per minute, there is no damage or bleeding in the internal organs, there are a couple of hematomas in the soft tissues in the chest and head area, pupils are enlarged, slight concussion, the carrier is in shock.
— Well, now I see, what’s wrong with you, soldier… - said the sergeant, then looked at the fugitive.
— And you, stranger? You look like a defector or were you spying on us here?... What were you doing here alone in this forest filled with mines and monsters? Well, answer me right now! While I'm still kind… - She was wearing a hoodie and the hood was covering her face, cropped ankle-length blue jeans and white exoskeleton sneakers. The sergeant removed the hood from her head to get a better look at her face. He saw her long, bright chestnut-colored hair, just below her shoulders, and green eyes, as well as her white, pale face and black mascara running from tears. The sergeant grabbed the stranger by the collar, the girl moaned in response: — Aahhh… - and got scared.
— What!? Are you speechless?... - the old warrior continued to escalate, and at this time the young man began to come to his senses…- Aaahhhh… - he groaned… — Now I don’t hear that voice… and the terrain changed around… how can this be? I was in another place.
The forest he had seen before was very different from what it is now. The trees were burnt out, and there seemed to be no trace of that greenery and those leaves left. The environment was partly similar to what had been before and at the same time different. It looks like a twisted version of what came before. Dry grass, petrified earth, swamps and rot everywhere. The guy looked at the short sergeant, who stood with his back to him, he also had the same armor, only with a different shortened helmet, he recognized him as the gnome, who was with him in the forest.
— Hey you… - he addressed the sergeant…
— You’re that gnome!... - the fellow said in an enlightened voice…
— What are you talking about, kid?... - the sergeant was indignant, turning to him and letting the stranger go.
— What are you talking about? - the old soldier asked him again.
— You are that dwarf from whom I was running away… then the ground there began to shake… and then I fell on someone and it was you!... - the young man looked at the runaway…
— Okay Kara, what kind of nonsense is he talking about…- the sergeant objected. — I’m conducting a psychological analysis… - Kara answered. — Mild concussion, slight bruise in the frontal part of the brain, possibly short-term memory loss, and also, due to shock, false memories may arise. — Now that's why, what it is!… Kid, that really shook you up your ass… - the sergeant commented…
The girl looked at the young man and began to speak: — I was hiding here from the cops… and everything would have been fine if it weren't for him, so much fuss over this fool…
— You'd better tell him thank you for saving your ass, fugitive… — the sergeant objected… - If it weren’t for him, you would have been blown up by one of these mines… and because of you his head was spinning to the point of memory loss!!! - he finished.
— I'm not a fugitive, my name is Aliz... - the girl objected in response.
— I don't really give a damn what your name is and where you're from!... - the sergeant responded to the objections.
"So I saved her?" the young man thought to himself, but everything was different…
— And you listen to me, soldier… - with an angry face, grabbing the armor, the sergeant began to speak angrily… — I don't know what's going on in your head, but I need a combat soldier here! Who will act strictly according to plan and cover my back! Do you understand?... - The young man was frightened and did not know what to answer, but suddenly a siren sounded. An incomprehensible alarm sign appeared in front of his screen, Kara's electronic voice repeated two words: — Alarm on the right, Alarm on the right… - Get down!!!... - the sergeant shouted and jumped to the ground, grabbing both of them. A gas egg flew past them and exploded nearby, released from the mouth of a lizard by a similar predator. The sergeant, seeing this, pulled out his rifle with a shout: — Well, here we go! Run to cover!... Twenty and Aliz rushed forward.
But as soon as they took two steps, a monster exploded in front of them, who was blown up by a mine… — God damn! Twenty what the hell are you doing? Turn on the navigation map soldier!!! - the warrior shouted at the young man… — What? A navigation map? … - the young man asked again in a panenka voice.
— Just ask Kara!!!... - the sergeant answered angrily.
— Kara navigation map… - the guy commanded, stuttering from fear.
— I’m turning on the navigation map…scanning the surroundings, DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! A minefield and aggressive creatures were discovered… - commented Kara… The young man screamed in panic: — Faster, Kara!... Kara continued: — Loading a safe route… The route is built... - A blurry image appeared on the helmet screen, the fellow couldn't see the map properly, it had different yellow, pink, blue and many red dots marked on it. The young man panicked even more and began to interrogate Kara with a shout: — Kara I can't see anything, what should I do?...
Without thinking too much, the computer suggested its own option: — I'm activating security protocol number twelve, if in case a soldier after minor injury or under other circumstances was disoriented to move forward to a given location point with the consent of the user himself, autopilot is turned on. Do you consent to the temporary exploitation of your body and your limbs?... + Kara asked the young man.
— Yes, I do! Just do something now!...
- the guy answered with a shout…
— Then relax your legs. I will take you to your destination… - said the computer. The guy grabbed Aliz's hand and his legs seemed to start running along the given route on their own. Aliz barely managed to switch her sneakers to sports mode to keep up with the young man. Monsters appeared everywhere, the sergeant ran after them in short exchanges of fire.
— Sword! Sword! This is Shield! We're heading to our destination, do you copy?... - the sergeant began to mutter half-shouting in a hurry. — Sword online... Shield what is your status?... - someone answered him over the radio. — Code red! I repeat Code red!... - the sergeant answered with a shout… — Class of fellow travelers?... - the voice from the radio asked him.
— One passenger and the Langarers!... - the warrior shouted.
— What the hell, guys! Are you throwing us a party?... - answered the voice on the other end.
— Meet us in 10 minutes! Over!!! - the sergeant shouted.
— Roger that… we're ready… - they answered him.
At first they ran straight ahead, then they turned sharply in different directions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, dodging branches and jumping over all obstacles, foam, fallen trees, holes. Monsters came out of every crack and one after another, some of them were blown up by mines, but this didn't reduce their numbers. The silhouettes of dangerous creatures were barely visible through the cloudy screen of the helmet. It was clear from the map on the screen inside the helmet how the three of them were quickly approaching the designated point and how evil creatures were following them. On their way they began to see a barricade of not a small oak tree laid across the road, on it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man, in the middle of it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man and two soldiers were at each end, hiding behind this tree. A voice on the radio shouted: — Twenty come on! Faster!. — Faster Kara!!!... - the guy held them and the suit sped up, a fellow traveler who was holding hands, moaning and gasping for breath, she could barely keep up with him. They came to the shelter, the computer's voice confirmed the arrival: — The personnel were delivered to their destination unharmed!... The commander standing on the oak tree gave his hand to the twentieth, to the girl, and then to the sergeant who lagged behind them a little. The commander's face seemed very familiar to the young man. They all took cover behind a tree, the sergeant and captain began to fire continuously. - Are you going to fight together with us or you only know how to run?... - the captain asked angrily… His voice was painfully familiar to the young man, only he couldn't remember it… The guy came to his senses and asked in bewilderment: — Fight with what?...
— What do you mean? With your rifle! Tell Kara to activate the weapon… - the old sergeant answered irritably…
— What’s wrong with him? - the captain asked the sergeant.
— Concussion, sir! - the sergeant replied.
— Hmm...how did he manage to get it so that he turned from a soldier into a greenhorn…
- the captain muttered indignantly.
The guy gave the command: — Kara activate the weapon!...
— The command is being executed - the onboard computer replied.
A piece of a gun popped out of his side thigh, the twentieth grabbed it and the scrap began to transform and lengthen.
— The BS-18 rifle is ready for battle…- Kara reported.
He began to turn around and get up from his hiding place, then Aliz grabbed him by the hand: — Don't leave me…
20: — I'm here, I'm with you… you.. you
What did I just say? (thoughts inside him)...
Sssss Kkkkrrrrr (nasty grinding sound in the ears) Hey... Hey-hey... Don't cry, the main thing is I'm here, I'm with you... you... you…
that's what I told her once upon a time (thoughts inside him)...
— Sirr... Sirr... what's wrong with you?... - the junior sergeant asked him.
The guy came to his senses…
— I'm fine… - he said and then pulled out a rifle and began to aim at the half-spider spawn. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger and hit the large tarantula right in the head.l, then he suddenly aimed at another and then thoughts arose “It seems like we were being hunted by other monsters, not insects?... Where do these thoughts come from in my head?... Who am I? A soldier of some royal army? What kind of uniform and armor am I wearing? Am I a knight? So I was wearing a robot suit, wasn’t I?” He looked at the captain, who was also wearing a uniform and the same armor over it, he also wore an incomprehensible cap, half made of steel and half of wool and material, like all the soldiers. The guy returned to his original position and continued shooting at the insects without stopping, but their number didn't decrease, more and more new ones appeared.
— Captain, we can’t last that long! - the sergeant reported. The captain turned to the guy and commanded: — Lieutenant, take the civilian and find an escape route.
— Aye, aye captain! - the guy obeyed the order, then he grabbed the girl and ran to the rear. A huge oak tree appeared on their way. And underneath it a hole was visible.
— Stop! - Aliz screamed sharply.
— What is it? - the guy asked her…
— I won’t go there? - she answered.
— But why? - the young man asked again.
— Because he will be there - Aliz answered in a sad voice.
— Who is he? - asked the puzzled young man.
— This evil deceiver... who got me into all this… - Aliz began to tell.
— Eh? - the young man looked at him with a puzzled look.
— Rabbit is waiting for us there! - Aliz finished answering.
Dark Woods
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In some snakes, females eat their males after…
oh my god it's horrible… Aaaah, you scared me, oh my heart sank…Don't sneak up on me like that again… well... It's already so scary here without this, when you read something like this… and you do something like this… So know that it is dangerous to play with snakes… Not only do they betray and deceive, but they force others to do the same… I remember I told you some story there… Well, what was I talking about… Oh yeah... I got it... I got it... a story about some boy, right?... Well, what was there, tell me?... oh yeah Rabbit!!! Rabbit... rabbit... I got it!... Oh this naive rabbit…
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In a clean green field on which the sun shone so radiantly, there were three people standing near a huge, lonely oak tree. The wind blew softly, rustling its leaves and knocking away the oppressive heat in the air. There was a small hole in the oak tree that could fit a five-year-old child, well or an adult, if only I could get on all fours and walk forward. A rabbit suddenly jumped out of the oak tree and…
— Stop!!! Has it started again? - Boy.
— What happen? - Aliz
— That announcer's voice! Who tells everything over and over again all our actions and events… - Boy
— I don’t hear anything... - Aliz
— He just now spoke and described everything… Wait a minute... where is the woods? where is the royal squad? monsters? spiders? everything was different here!!!... - Boy
— Hmm-hmm, boy, maybe you’ll still let me finish the story, so there is a rabbit waiting for you and a bunch of different adventures. - You
— I knew it, you can hear me! Stop! What? Story? Again! you took up your old things! I won't do anything until you explain what's going on here? And until you get me out of here… Get me out of here! Get me out right now!!!... - Boy
— Wait a minute, boy, I want to explain to you, that everything doesn’t depend on me, I don't have the answers to your questions, I'm just telling all your adventures which you yourself create, as like a football commentator. - Author
— What? It can't be! I don't believe you! - Boy
— It's your right not to believe. - Author
— You told two hours ago that I was in the woods, which is not clear how it changed and now I’m in a bare field… Again, it’s not clear how I appeared here? This is all your doing, right?!.. Admit it!... - Boy
— Huh?... What? Really?... Before that, I told there was a woods here? Oh! my mind, sorry… But I’ll be honest, if I could change anything in this world, then this story wouldn't exist, everything appears as you see it... - Author
— So are you going to get me out of here or not? I won't do anything while I'm here. - Boy
— You can do whatever you want… ...or do nothing… But I can't get you out, because it's not in my power… Only you yourself can find a way out of here... - Author
— So how? - Boy
— Follow the White Rabbit... - Author
— Behind the White Rabbit?!... How can I know that he will lead me to the exit? How can I trust you?.. what if I don't do it… then what? - Boy
— Then nothing… nothing will happen… There is only one solution to check it… You can stay in this empty field as long as you want… But I think that the way out won’t find itself... - Author
— Alright then… Let's play your stupid game… But just don’t try to fool me… Otherwise I won’t budge... - Boy
— Good.. Agreed... - Author
Aliz tugged at the boy's hand and asked quietly: — What are you thinking about?
— Me?... - the young man reasked surprisingly.
— Of course, who else did I ask… - Aliz answered with a question in the affirmative.
— I just talked with the author for at least half an hour… didn't you hear and see our entire conversation?... - The young man reacted in surprise again
— What other author?... No, I didn't hear anything… you just stood there and asked about some announcer and thoughtfully looked into the distance for a couple of minutes…
as if you remembered something… - Aliz answered in detail.
— Do you even remember how we got here?... - the boy asked indignantly again.
— Honestly, I didn't even think about it, we're just here and that's it... - Aliz answered.
— And what about Woods? Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? - the boy continued to interrogate.
— Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? I'm sorry I don't remember any of this, I just feel like I've known you for a long time… - Aliz answered in a sad voice.
— What about you, please gnome! Do you remember anything?... - ... - the boy looked pitifully at the old man.
— Me? What about me? I met you, and then she appeared… Well, what about spiders and woods...Hm... Lately I don't remember… Maybe this is a memory from your past life… although who knows… this is a wonderland and anything can happen here son… - Gretsbor made his conclusion.Boy: — No, it was real, not a dream… What the hell is the author? Why don’t they hear us and don’t remember anything?
Author: — Maybe they only hear what they are used to hearing and remember what they want...
Boy: — How is this possible? Although I'm not surprised by anything here…
The boy realized that the interrogations were of no use, they continued walking, and soon they reached the oak tree. Where the white rabbit met them, who was just over three feet tall, no taller than a five year old child. He was dressed like a gentleman in a black top hat, glasses and a dark blue jacket worn over a white shirt with sleeves, underneath are dark trousers with polished black shoes and white gloves on his hands. He pulled a watch from the front right pocket of his vest and muttered: — You're late, you're late… - and put them back and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt on his left paw and began to look at the watch on his wrist. He looked at them suspiciously, then raised them up to his ears, again muttering angrily: — You're late! You're late! - and began to turn them on nervously.
— Hmm, a talking rabbit? I'm glad these aren't unicorns or fairies… - said the young man with a grin.
The rabbit muttered again: — You're late! You're late!... Here the boy interrupted him and asked: — Um... Hello? Do you mind if I ask what you're mumbling about? Who's late?...
— Good afternoon sir!... - the rabbit greeted with a trembling voice, then answered the question: — Of course, you are late for the meeting…
— To meet someone?... - The young man asked again…
— Not to whom, but where! - Corrected the rabbit.
— So where?... - The young man asked the question.
— To your adventures!... - The rabbit answered in a trembling voice…
— What? What kind of crap are you talking about?... - the boy objected…
— He's always like that… he talks all sorts of incoherent nonsense… like almost everyone else in this country… - Aliz commented sadly…
— How do you know it? - The boy was surprised.
Aliz looked at the young man with sad eyes: — Once upon a time, I don’t remember how much time has passed, I met this rabbit, he also muttered something and where was he in a hurry… and I followed him… this is how I fell here and now I can’t get out… - Aliz said, she paused for a moment and added: — Just don’t believe everything you see and hear here... They all lie…
— Hmm... everything I saw here seems delusional to ME - the boy added on his own behalf…
— I protest. I’m just saying what I’m instructed or allowed to do. - the rabbit reacted dissatisfied.
— By whom? - the boy asked suspiciously.
— Hhhussshhh... I can’t say that… - Rabbit said this in a whisper, took the top hat off his head and pressed it to his mouth, pointing his finger up…
— What does it mean? - the boy began to question again.
— Sorry, I’m limited in my answers, please ask the right questions… We are forbidden to talk about everything else… I can only add something… - said the Rabbit in a whisper…
— What? - Aliz asked curiously.
The rabbit put the top hat back on his head, pulled out small glasses from the front left pocket of his vest, he pulled them onto his nose and then he pulled out a scroll from the inside pocket of his vest and began to read from it.
— Khem! Khem! - the fluffy one coughed before starting.
If you are a hero.. and want to back home quicker.
Then you will have to give... what you for yourself wish.
Will you leave someone?
Who cares about you.
Who gently warmed everytime.
Chasing away your sadness mood.
Are you ready to squeeze in your hand,
Razor-sharp thorns from the rose's step?
To bleed, take the snake venom so bitter,
What will make the heart shiver and wither?
Are you ready to go through...
To the darkness of emptiness inside you…
Walk on the bones of broken dreams…
And breathe in the ashes feelings of smoldering love lees…
To be fall into madnessys…
Only when you will pass all this path,
You will see the truth at last.
Then will open up to you the door.
And afterglow you will realized who you were.
— What the hell is this?... - the boy asked, puzzled.
— This young man is a scroll of prophecy and I have been instructed to read it to you… - the rabbit answered proudly.
— Who is this for? Is this for him? - Aliz interrupted.
- Ahhmmm?... Just a second... - the rabbit muttered, puzzled…
— Hold on... hold on... hold on... just a second, just a second - The rabbit continued to mutter.
He nervously pressed the scroll to his nose, holding the glasses with his right paw and squinting his eyes, he tried hard to find out to whom this prediction was addressed…
— It is written here to the hero, I think it's still for him… - the rabbit answered, pointing at the young man.
— Hm!!!… - Aliz reacted angrily, she grabbed the scroll and tore it from the rabbit with a scream: - Give it to me!... - then quickly ran her eyes over the text, muttering under her breath and commented.
— It doesn't write who for is it addressed to, LONG-EAREDSY!... So that is complete Bullshit!...
— I merely just said the will of my lords… - the rabbit answered in justification.
— Your lords!?... But for me you didn't write anything like that…
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— But for me... (ttttttzzzz) you didn't... (skkkkrrr)
— But for me you didn't write anything like that…
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— You dedicated your whole soul to some stinking cunt,
— You want to blam... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz) me!!!... then where were you when I... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz)
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— Aaaah!!! my head - clutching his head the boy groaned while the others argued and swore.
— So your idiotic lords don't give a shit about me?!... - Aliz continued to be indignant.
— You came here yourself, you weren’t invited here… - the rabbit muttered, stuttering.
— What did you say, Long-earedsy!?... - Aliz became even more angry.
— Guys, let's enough fight… - the gnome interrupted them: — Maybe we should decide where to go? - he added then.
— Let me suggest that you follow me… I'll take you to the escape… and prithee note that he is the only one here for your information...
- the rabbit suggested softly.
— No way… toothy! NEVER EVER BE YOUR WAY!!! Thanks, I'm fed up with this bullshit and your adventures… - Aliz reacted furiously.
— Well, alright, stop aggression… Let's discuss everything and come to some kind of solution… - said the gnome, then looked at the boy and asked: — Hey boy... What's wrong with you?...
The boy came to his senses and decided to mentally analyze what was happening in his head “What happened to me? Some visions or fragments from a forgotten memory?”
— Author, what was that? Author? Author? I can't hear you again… - the boy said out loud without thinking.
— Are you at it again? Talking about the author again? Better tell us what to do? I don't trust this furball… He's clearly hiding something… he is not on our side… - Aliz began to interrogate the boy in an aggressive tone.
— I don't know what to do! - the guy answered in the same spirit.
— It looks like we have no choice… There is only bare steppe all around… I don't think there's anything nearby. - the gnome commented.
— He said if you want to get out, then follow the white rabbit… I think you're right gnome… we have nowhere else to go…- the boy agreed with the fact.
— This can't be… Well, what if we go straight? no matter which way and walk for a long time without turning and then we’ll get somewhere… - Aliz objected.
— No, I don’t think that will work here… - the boy answered, sighing sadly.
— How do you know? Because you really don't know that for sure!... Let's ask the Long-earedsy… He has definitely been here longer than us and should know… Well, Rabbit, answer?! Is there anything nearby where we can get out of here? - Aliz asked indignantly.
— Sorry, but I am limited in my answers… - the Rabbit answered plaintively. Oh?! so you do... like that?! - Aliz sighed angrily, hitting the cylinder she grabbed the Rabbit by the ears, picked him up and started shaking him, so much so that his glasses and watch fell out from the shaking: — What's there beyond?... So, tell me now, you long-earedsy little shit!... - Aliz asked the rabbit with a scream as she shook him…
— Ayyyy... I don't know… I only know that it is possible to be infinite and no one has ever gone through it… that's what they say… - the rabbit answered frightened.
— Are there any other exits here… - Aliz continued.
— I don't know… Only the creator himself knows about this… Only he decides what should be here and what should not… I am only merely carrying out his will… - said the rabbit, stuttering.
— Hmm... I think I know who he's talking about… - the boy said thoughtfully and began to think to himself: - "Could it really be that all this is the work of the author…But why is he playing with us?… Or maybe it's just in me…
How can I find out?… the exit, according to his plan, is somewhere there…maybe there I will find answers to all the questions…” - Having finished his thought, he declared: — Let him go!... We should trust him, otherwise we'll be stuck here forever…
— Fine… - Having resigned herself, Aliz let the rabbit go, he shouted out of fear: — Ayyyy… - and jumped away from her, picking up all his things that had fallen from the ground…
— Maybe you're right, but I don't want to be alone again in this crazy world… - Aliz said in response to the boy.
— Don't be afraid… I will always be there… Trust me… - Having said this to Aliz, the boy took her hand. She looked at him with trembling eyes from tears and smiled shyly. It seemed very familiar to her, that tenderness and that touch, but she couldn’t realized where these feelings suddenly came from.
Gretsbor saw the sparkle in these two and smiled: — Well, my dears, it means that's it, everything is decided… let's go meet adventures hmm?... - He grabbed Aliz by one hand at elbow level and the young man by the other, then looked at the rabbit: — We are ready!…
— Then just follow me… entrance through this hole… - said the rabbit kindly.
They approached the oak tree hole, which looked more like a rounded doorway than a simple hole of the tree, but without a door. There was a sign above the hole, It had a silhouette of a king cobra snake carved into it. "- Hmm, very strange.” - the boy thought, the hole itself didn't look like it was cut from the inside or the outside, it looked like the oak tree just grew with this hole “- there are no traces of hand cutting” - the boy noticed. The rabbit bent down on all fours and slipped into a dark hole and there he disappeared into the darkness, saying only through his back: — Be careful here, don't fall into the abyss, otherwise it is not known where and when you will end up, stairs on the left…
They followed him into the hole, Gretsbor was slightly taller than a rabbit, by as much as two heads, and it is one and a half times denser than him. He was the first one to enter and barely fit into the hole, he moved forward in jerks: — And in appearance it seemed bigger… - he commented. Aliz walked behind, before she goes into the hole, she lifted up the front side of her long blue dress, so that it doesn't interfere with her crawling and the boy brought up the rear.
— Is it just me? Or is the hole getting narrower… - the boy made a remark.
— I think so too… - Aliz supported.
Gretsbor felt the same way, but not as much as they do and having grasped the essence of the situation, he began to walk faster, then unable to bear the discomfort, he shouted: — Hey rabbit, where are you?
— I'm going down here… could you move faster, otherwise the hole will slam shut in a minute and you can get stuck in it forever… - the rabbit shouted back.
— What? Couldn't you have said it before?... - the gnome shouted indignantly again, then he looked at those behind him and commanded: — Do You heard that!... Come on guys, move faster!… Move! Move!...
— Ah, it’s already too cramped for me here…
faster, faster… - the boy panicked.
— Aaahh!... Me too!... Gretsbor moved, quick!... - Aliz picked up the panic.
— Where are the stairs? I can't see anything… - Before the gnome could say this, he immediately fell through: — Aaahhh!!!... - gatsbooorrrr where are you!!! Gretsbor Aaahhh I'm falling!... - Aliz also suddenly screamed, but she managed to grab the roots of the oak tree with her right hand. The boy, realizing that there was an abyss at the exit, slowed down and stopped at the edge.
— Alizzzz... Hold on to me! - he shouted. Aliz freed her left hand and grabbed the boy's right hand: — Just don't let me go!!!... - she screamed in fear. — Okay!!! I gotcha ya! - He shouted back at her. He tried to feel with his left hand something that he could firmly grasp: — Where the hell is the stairs? I can’t see anything!… - he said in a trembling voice and suddenly something from behind began to push him out, realizing that it was the hole itself. doing that, pushing him out, he screamed in fear: — The hole is pushing me out! I'm going to fall!!!...
— No, just don’t let me go… - Aliz shouted. The hole began to push harder, he only managed to shout the last words before falling: — I'm falling down!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!... - He screamed and let go of Aliz’s hand, and together they fell into the abyss.
Opening his eyes, the boy couldn't figure out what was happening: — What?... - he started waving his arms and legs, but couldn't grasping for anything: — Am I still falling?... - The young man, realizing that he was still in flight, rushed to look for Aliz: — Alizzz!!!... Alizzz!!!... - Looking around the area he thought: - how deep does this rabbit hole go… then he continued looking for Aliz:
— Aliz!!!!! Where are you??? Aliz, can you hear me?
— I'm here!!!!!!... - Aliz responded.
— I see you, Elise! Hold on, I'll fly to you right now… - having grouped his body, the boy rushed towards her, flying up to her, he extended his hand: — Take my hand!...
— Hap, just don't let me go again… - Aliz said, grabbing his hand.
Grabbing each other, the boy said: — I gotcha ya! - then he looked around again and asked: — Where is Grestbor?…
— I don’t know... he’s probably somewhere down there… - Aliz answered looking down, then they started shouting together: — Gretsbor!!!!! Gretsbor!!!
— I'm here guys… - Having heard them, the gnome answered.
— We'll pick you up right now, hold on!... just stay there!... - said the boy and he and Aliz rushed towards him. — Hea… - the boy shouted as he exhaled, picking up the gnome.
— I thought I was going to crash and closed my eyes… but I realized that for some reason I was still falling… - commented Gretsbor.
— I warned you that this long-earedy guy can't be trusted… last time it was like that… - Aliz began to grumble angrily.
— We had no choice… What should we do now?... if you were here… - the boy asked worriedly.
— I don’t know, I just closed my eyes and fell... fell for a long time… - Aliz answered confused.
— And where are we falling? where is the end of this hole? - Gretsbor interrupted them.
— Last time it was where we were Wonderland… And now we are falling somewhere further… - Aliz answered.
The darkness that surrounded them suddenly began to recede, light began to leak from the abyss below, illuminating the entire space around them. Reflections of objects that were hidden in the darkness began to be seen, the boy was a little taken aback by this, because all the household furniture and more were flying around in the vicinity. Wardrobes, beds, cabinets and much more incomprehensible, all sorts of luminous equipment and things that he had never seen before.
— Where does all this stuff come from?... - Looking around, the boy asked.
— I don’t know, maybe all these things are from the memories of everyone who was here… - Aliz answered and looked down and suddenly a sideboard flew out from somewhere.
— Look out!... - Aliz shouted, they having formed a crowd, moved sharply to the side.
— There are more and more of them!!!... - the gnome noticed and in addition to large stuff, small ones began to fly at them, dishes, toys, telephones and those same little glowing devices. All the objects seemed to hang in the air, like in water and slowly flew apart.
— Aaaahhh!!!… - Aliz started screaming again, covering her face and began to defend herself, the others followed her and also began to take cover. The boy barely managed to fight off the objects and didn’t notice how a push-button telephone flew into his face a white ringing device that hit him on the head, after which he screamed in mild pain: — Aaaaaaayyy damn!… - The phone slowly flew to the side, and from her the tube flew off and moved in the opposite direction, a voice familiar to the boy came from the pipe: — I love you Jaen!... (noise: - ttttshhhh!!!)... And I really miss you, sunny… I want to be with you... (noise: - ttttshhh!!!)
— What!!!???... - the boy asked in surprise and then thought and said to himself: - Who is Jaen? Or what does it mean? And this voice is familiar to me... Jaen?!... Does this mean my name or did she call me that affectionately?...
(noise: - skrrr)
— Yeahh, they are good, but I am a fucking whore… Because, you will always blame me for everything…
(noise: - skrrr)
A sharp pain pierced the boy's head, he grabbed it, covering his entire face with his elbows and suddenly the pain subsided. He couldn't understand what was happening to him, only one thought was spinning in my head: - what was that and when will it all end!!! And then suddenly everything stopped, small stuff were left behind: — What's wrong with you? Are you okay?... - Aliz asked the boy.
— I don't know… Again some fragments of vision, as like all this is memories and it's very familiar to me… - the boy answered.
— Pull yourself together!!! We need you to stay with us!... - Aliz grabbed the boy and began to bring him to his senses.
— I will try!... - the boy answered.
The calm did not last long, huge unknown objects began to appear in the distance. The first thing that approached them was a huge bookshelf the size of an entire wall.
— We need to separate, otherwise we'll crash into it… - Aliz immediately realized.
— Okay! We'll separate on the count of three… - Gretsbor commanded, then they started counting together: — One, two, three!!!
— Let's go!!!... - shouted Gretsbor…
They flew in different directions, flying around the shelf, smaller objects appeared behind it, car, bed, table. The car moved towards the boy, the remaining two items went to Elise and Gretsbor. The guy swerved to the side to avoid the car, as he flew past, there was a grinding sound in my ears again, he grabbed his ears, the noise disappeared again. Looking back at the car he saw two images appear, He barely saw what seemed to him to be familiar features on the girl, dark hair, dark skin, brown eyes and it was impossible to see the second one, she kissed with a dark stranger. The girl saw how he looked at her and said: — I'm sorry, Jaen… It's not my fault... I couldn't do anything… - then she laughed loudly: — Hahaha!...
A sharp screeching sound hit the boy's ears again, causing him to scream in pain: — NNNOOO!!!… YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, BUT YOU DIDN'T!!!... - The ringing in my ears only got worse, meanwhile, Aliz and Gretsbor easily dodged their objects, Aliz from the double bed, Gretsbor from the kitchen table. Aliz saw the boy falling in a crumpled, as like a waterdrop shape and a big piano flies towards him, she shouted to him: — Watch out boy!!!... - But he didn't hear her, she decided to jump up to him to save him, but then Gretsbor grabbed her hand: — What are you doing? You can't save him, you won't make it!... - he shouted to her.
— Let me go!!!... - she shouted back at him, kicking him and moving towards the boy and the gnome flew away in an unknown direction. She flew towards the boy, but the piano flew towards him faster, she started shouting at him: — Hhheeeyyy!!!... Wake up!!! Hhheeeyyy yyyooouuu!!!... - the boy didn't hear her, the noise in his ears only got worse, flashes of fragments from life occurred in his eyes, only he didn't understand whose, everything was familiar and at the same time alien, the girl's voice kept spinning in his head: — I love you Jaen… (noise: -sssskkkkrrr) Hahaha…(noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Why are you looking at me like that hm?… (noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Is it really you? Where is your blue handkerchief?…
— SHUT UUUPPP!!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU ANYMORE!!!… GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!... - he shouted at the top of his lungs and opened up to his full height.
The musical instrument was getting closer and closer, Aliz realized that there was no point in screaming, the only thing she could do was push him away. She accelerated her flight by grouping herself into a needle shape, she pressed hands to her hips and straightened her legs with her toes together: — Auhhh…- they both screamed from the collision, she crashed into the boy, hitting him in the chest with her shoulder, they managed to avoid the brunt of the piano's blow, but not completely, the piano key cover anyway touched Aliz's legs and groin. The blow sent her flying away from the boy. He came to his senses and the only thing he managed to see and hear was her screaming:
— Boyyyyyyy!!! Aaaaahhhh!!!... - before she fell into the bright light, which seemed like the bottom of a hole, but it turned out that this bright light did not have a solid surface. The boy shouted back: — Aliz!!!... - and he rushed after her, entering this light. There was a flickering in his eyes, he closed his eyes, then there was a rumble of thunder and a whistle. The noise of the flickering became more frequent, the boy started screaming out of fear: — Aaahhh!!!... - a sharp explosion… and suddenly complete silence ‘ - is it really all over? there are no noises or explosions…’ the boy thought to himself… absolute calm… The guy realized that he was lying on something soft and warm ' - how strange, I seemed to be falling and didn’t feel how I landed…' He felt so good lying there that he didn't want to open his eyes. ‘ - I don't want to get up and go somewhere…’ He lay there for an unknown amount of time and then he felt something tickling his back and heels: — Hahaha!!!... Mmmm... Jaen I feel ticklish… Jaen!!!... The boy opened his eyes and turned around, it was just the wind tickling him with sand. ' - I remembered that face, that girl in the car, I know her, I remember her, I remember how I loved her, but I don't remember her name…
— Where am I now?... in the desert?... Where the hell did I end up again… - He stood up and couldn't understand where he was. — Where are my clothes?... Why am I only wearing pants and a torn shirt?… - he was surprised. — And where is everyone else?... Alizz!!!!... EAlizz!!!... Gretborg!!!... Gretborg!!!!.... Where the hell are you guys?... Damn!!!!... - he shouted in despair and anger… What surprised him most was his surroundings: — What strange sand is around?... so blue like sea water… Why didn't I notice it right away… - a completely different picture opened up before him. — I didn’t think this could happen… Wow what?... What is shining…- For the first time he saw blue sand with a pink sheen. A path formed from the pink hue, beckoning him to follow it, and he did. In the distance he noticed some kind of building, the boy decided to come closer, It turned out to be a stone arch with beautifully carved patterns and drawings; in the center of the top there was a symbol of a snake.
The Rabbit Hole
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to be continued

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Kuwait_Jaen

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Boy-out of nowhereThe sun's rays caressed on April day… On our first date… And I forgot everything, what I have to do in this pla…. Ohh? how did you appear here... Oh, sorry, where are my manners... Greetings, my friend… glad to see you again… Do you miss my story tales? Don’t be shy, you don’t have to admit it... It’s okay. I also wanted to see my listener… Do you want to hear another one from me?... If you really want it, then come sit down somewhere in a warm corner and read on, we're starting… Whether it was a long time ago or just recently, but once upon a time in a mysterious little world and a mysterious country, in a small woods, appeared a boy-out of nowhere. Lying on a fresh grassy meadow, he slept soundly… Why out of nowhere, you might ask? Because he himself didn't know where he was from or what his name was. Well, he started to wake up. — Aaaah... - the boy groaned, opening his eyes… — Where am I?... - he asked, seeing the clear azure sky… — You are where you are… - the old gnome answers him… — What? - He looked at the gnome with a frightened look and jumped back… — Who are you? And why am I here?... - the boy asked the old man with concern. — Well, who are you yourself? And where were you before, if you are surprised by this place... - the old man asked in response. — What do you mean? Who am I myself? And where have I been before? I was at home!... And stop answering a question with a question… - the young man objected. — Oh, forgive the old curmudgeon... - the gnome said... My name is Gretsbor... I am a resident of these wonderful lands… - he continued… — Many residents of this country know me, as I know everyone, but I don’t remember you, young man... where are you from?... - he finished asking. — What? Where am I from? Me? Uh... I... I, I don't remember... - the boy said quietly, upset… — Then what is your name?... - the old gnome asked again… — My name? My name... I don't remember - the young man answered again, puzzled… — It turns out that you are a Boy-out of Nowhere and your name is Nobody… - the gnome commented. — What?!?! I have a name! - the young man protested... - I remember... I just forgot a little bit... - the boy added sadly. — You better answer me, how did I got here?... - the young man began to indignantly interrogate the gnome again… — How did you get here? How do you know this? Maybe you were here before, since you don’t remember where you’re from… maybe you were hiding from everyone in our lands… - the old man protested… — No, I know for sure that all this is unfamiliar to me... - the youth cried out… — I'm not from here... And what kind of forest is this?... And why are you here? You probably stole me!... - the young man began to protest angrily. — And what is this voice that comments on my every movement and word, said the boy, shouted the boy, come on, get out too? You're all probably playing a joke on me, right?... You're all lying... And why can't I remember... Who I am... Where I am... Go to hell you all!!!... - The young man seethed with anger and rushed forward, running as fast as he could away from the gnome as far as his eyes could see… — Hey there, shut up, stinking commentator. I'm not in a fairy tale... this is all not real... this is all a dream... HELP?! HELP!!!!!!! — Hey, anyone!!!!!!!!!! — Where am I? — Who am I? The boy ran through the forest, trying so fast to find a road or a highway that he didn't pay attention to the thorns under his feet and the needle-like branches from young trees that hit his face, when suddenly the trees in the forest began to shake and the earth began to tremble… — What? What the hell is the commentator? Mama!!!... - he panicked — What the hell is going on here??? - the young man thought to himself. The trees seemed to come alive, and the ground was slipping away from under his feet, the forest seemed to thicken, trees began to fall in front of his feet, becoming an obstacle and the earth began to move apart, forming large chasms… The boy managed to grab the liana and jump over the first abyss, another hole appeared behind it, but was a little smaller. The boy, in a hurry and without thinking, decided to take the risk of jumping over her too, he took two steps and juuuuummmmmp… — Aaaaahhhh…. Yes, he did it! He reached the ground! Just a little more and he would have fallen into the abyss. He was barely standing on a shaking patch ground which rose above the level rest. — Hey you there, whoever is commenting on it, stop doing this... Don't pretend you don't understand who I'm talking to, why are you doing all this? I am talking to you, who is telling all this, as if reading. I am not a hero from a book or from a story, I am not a past story, I am real, I am here and now… ENOUGHTTTT!!!!!... Do you hear? ENOUGH!!!!!... this is all not true... this is all a dream... this is all a dream… " — Aaamm... Has it really stopped... The earth has stopped shaking... And the trees aren't moving… Wow, how high I have risen… I need to get out of here before this author gets something else crazy things in his head…” Before the young man had time to think about it, suddenly, out of nowhere, another piece of land jumped out right in front of him, it looked like a small island with a tree which separated from the ground and hung in the air, the boy was stunned with bewilderment… '' — This is impossible!!!'’ - he said to himself… and he suddenly fell down, the earth that was underneath him crumbled into small stones. He closed his eyes and felt himself falling, but this feeling did not last long. For some unknown reason, he felt something pulling him upward.She twisted his legs upwards, he opened his eyes and made sure that this was indeed the case. His legs twisted upwards, he opened his eyes and saw that this was indeed the case. Now he was falling upward onto that patch of land, which had swum out before him before. From underneath which the roots of a tree protruded, as if they were spearheads. The young man panicked even more, out of fear he tried to grab onto something. And then the right hand felt something to hold on to, the boy grabbed the grass with both hands, and it turned out to be a liana. He was turned upside down again, falling and sliding through the air, he moved forward. Before his eyes opened a view of a whole, untouched land, he was delighted with what he saw and prepared to land. The only thing that scared him was a cluster of small trees, which could have seriously injured him, but decided to fly between them. And so he began to approach the ground, but suddenly someone's image appeared from under the trees. But it was too late to do anything, he had already let go of the liana and flew straight into the stranger. They crashed and both rolled to the other end of the earth, where the cliff was visible… Arrival ___________________________________ She: — Why are you looking at me like that hm? He: — It wasn’t me... It's you… She: — Hehe, don’t lie to me… He: — I'm not… She: — Please, don’t look at me like that... He: — Why? She: — Otherwise you'll drown in the pool of my eyes and you will lose your soul… and then no one will save you… He: — And I'm not afraid, if I lose my soul… Aren't you afraid of losing yours?... She: — So, let's try to take it… He: — What if I'll do it? Will you be mine forever?... She: — Hehe… ______________________________________ G: — Rise up soldier!!! No time to sleep son!!!... Y: — Ahhmm?? Aaa what the hell? G: — Don't even say it, son. What the hell did you go running through a minefield? All because of this girl??? You're lucky son that you're wearing combat armor and the sprint mode is automatically turned on… otherwise I would have to collect your guts from all over the forest… hahaha… But look for the positives everywhere, it seems you have set a new world record…if not by running, then for fast shitting on your pants be sure hahaha!!! Now get up, you dumbhead!!!! The young man couldn't come to his senses, moments later, he automatically began to feel his entire body with his hands. He gradually began to understand that he is covered from head to toe in exo-skeletal armor. The screen in the helmet showed a slightly distorted image of everything happening around, he hit the helmet on his head a couple of times and the image became clear. He looked around and couldn't understand where he was again. — Where am I now?... - he asked in a half-whisper. The sergeant looked at him sullenly and replied: — That you still can’t recover from the concussion… - then he commanded: — Kara analysis of the state of the twentieth… A female electric voice responded: — Sergeant Kurt's voice has been identified, I start conducting a process analysis of soldier number twenty… The young man could barely make out a full-length photo of his body on the foggy screen of his helmet. He felt a chill run through him a couple of times, sometimes up, sometimes down, then Kara said: — Pulse 120 beats per minute, there is no damage or bleeding in the internal organs, there are a couple of hematomas in the soft tissues in the chest and head area, pupils are enlarged, slight concussion, the carrier is in shock. — Well, now I see, what’s wrong with you, soldier… - said the sergeant, then looked at the fugitive. — And you, stranger? You look like a defector or were you spying on us here?... What were you doing here alone in this forest filled with mines and monsters? Well, answer me right now! While I'm still kind… - She was wearing a hoodie and the hood was covering her face, cropped ankle-length blue jeans and white exoskeleton sneakers. The sergeant removed the hood from her head to get a better look at her face. He saw her long, bright chestnut-colored hair, just below her shoulders, and green eyes, as well as her white, pale face and black mascara running from tears. The sergeant grabbed the stranger by the collar, the girl moaned in response: — Aahhh… - and got scared. — What!? Are you speechless?... - the old warrior continued to escalate, and at this time the young man began to come to his senses…- Aaahhhh… - he groaned… — Now I don’t hear that voice… and the terrain changed around… how can this be? I was in another place. The forest he had seen before was very different from what it is now. The trees were burnt out, and there seemed to be no trace of that greenery and those leaves left. The environment was partly similar to what had been before and at the same time different. It looks like a twisted version of what came before. Dry grass, petrified earth, swamps and rot everywhere. The guy looked at the short sergeant, who stood with his back to him, he also had the same armor, only with a different shortened helmet, he recognized him as the gnome, who was with him in the forest. — Hey you… - he addressed the sergeant… — You’re that gnome!... - the fellow said in an enlightened voice… — What are you talking about, kid?... - the sergeant was indignant, turning to him and letting the stranger go. — What are you talking about? - the old soldier asked him again. — You are that dwarf from whom I was running away… then the ground there began to shake… and then I fell on someone and it was you!... - the young man looked at the runaway… — Okay Kara, what kind of nonsense is he talking about…- the sergeant objected. — I’m conducting a psychological analysis… - Kara answered. — Mild concussion, slight bruise in the frontal part of the brain, possibly short-term memory loss, and also, due to shock, false memories may arise. — Now that's why, what it is!… Kid, that really shook you up your ass… - the sergeant commented… The girl looked at the young man and began to speak: — I was hiding here from the cops… and everything would have been fine if it weren't for him, so much fuss over this fool… — You'd better tell him thank you for saving your ass, fugitive… — the sergeant objected… - If it weren’t for him, you would have been blown up by one of these mines… and because of you his head was spinning to the point of memory loss!!! - he finished. — I'm not a fugitive, my name is Aliz... - the girl objected in response. — I don't really give a damn what your name is and where you're from!... - the sergeant responded to the objections. "So I saved her?" the young man thought to himself, but everything was different… — And you listen to me, soldier… - with an angry face, grabbing the armor, the sergeant began to speak angrily… — I don't know what's going on in your head, but I need a combat soldier here! Who will act strictly according to plan and cover my back! Do you understand?... - The young man was frightened and did not know what to answer, but suddenly a siren sounded. An incomprehensible alarm sign appeared in front of his screen, Kara's electronic voice repeated two words: — Alarm on the right, Alarm on the right… - Get down!!!... - the sergeant shouted and jumped to the ground, grabbing both of them. A gas egg flew past them and exploded nearby, released from the mouth of a lizard by a similar predator. The sergeant, seeing this, pulled out his rifle with a shout: — Well, here we go! Run to cover!... Twenty and Aliz rushed forward. But as soon as they took two steps, a monster exploded in front of them, who was blown up by a mine… — God damn! Twenty what the hell are you doing? Turn on the navigation map soldier!!! - the warrior shouted at the young man… — What? A navigation map? … - the young man asked again in a panenka voice. — Just ask Kara!!!... - the sergeant answered angrily. — Kara navigation map… - the guy commanded, stuttering from fear. — I’m turning on the navigation map…scanning the surroundings, DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! A minefield and aggressive creatures were discovered… - commented Kara… The young man screamed in panic: — Faster, Kara!... Kara continued: — Loading a safe route… The route is built... - A blurry image appeared on the helmet screen, the fellow couldn't see the map properly, it had different yellow, pink, blue and many red dots marked on it. The young man panicked even more and began to interrogate Kara with a shout: — Kara I can't see anything, what should I do?... Without thinking too much, the computer suggested its own option: — I'm activating security protocol number twelve, if in case a soldier after minor injury or under other circumstances was disoriented to move forward to a given location point with the consent of the user himself, autopilot is turned on. Do you consent to the temporary exploitation of your body and your limbs?... + Kara asked the young man. — Yes, I do! Just do something now!... - the guy answered with a shout… — Then relax your legs. I will take you to your destination… - said the computer. The guy grabbed Aliz's hand and his legs seemed to start running along the given route on their own. Aliz barely managed to switch her sneakers to sports mode to keep up with the young man. Monsters appeared everywhere, the sergeant ran after them in short exchanges of fire. — Sword! Sword! This is Shield! We're heading to our destination, do you copy?... - the sergeant began to mutter half-shouting in a hurry. — Sword online... Shield what is your status?... - someone answered him over the radio. — Code red! I repeat Code red!... - the sergeant answered with a shout… — Class of fellow travelers?... - the voice from the radio asked him. — One passenger and the Langarers!... - the warrior shouted. — What the hell, guys! Are you throwing us a party?... - answered the voice on the other end. — Meet us in 10 minutes! Over!!! - the sergeant shouted. — Roger that… we're ready… - they answered him. At first they ran straight ahead, then they turned sharply in different directions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, dodging branches and jumping over all obstacles, foam, fallen trees, holes. Monsters came out of every crack and one after another, some of them were blown up by mines, but this didn't reduce their numbers. The silhouettes of dangerous creatures were barely visible through the cloudy screen of the helmet. It was clear from the map on the screen inside the helmet how the three of them were quickly approaching the designated point and how evil creatures were following them. On their way they began to see a barricade of not a small oak tree laid across the road, on it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man, in the middle of it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man and two soldiers were at each end, hiding behind this tree. A voice on the radio shouted: — Twenty come on! Faster!. — Faster Kara!!!... - the guy held them and the suit sped up, a fellow traveler who was holding hands, moaning and gasping for breath, she could barely keep up with him. They came to the shelter, the computer's voice confirmed the arrival: — The personnel were delivered to their destination unharmed!... The commander standing on the oak tree gave his hand to the twentieth, to the girl, and then to the sergeant who lagged behind them a little. The commander's face seemed very familiar to the young man. They all took cover behind a tree, the sergeant and captain began to fire continuously. - Are you going to fight together with us or you only know how to run?... - the captain asked angrily… His voice was painfully familiar to the young man, only he couldn't remember it… The guy came to his senses and asked in bewilderment: — Fight with what?... — What do you mean? With your rifle! Tell Kara to activate the weapon… - the old sergeant answered irritably… — What’s wrong with him? - the captain asked the sergeant. — Concussion, sir! - the sergeant replied. — Hmm...how did he manage to get it so that he turned from a soldier into a greenhorn… - the captain muttered indignantly. The guy gave the command: — Kara activate the weapon!... — The command is being executed - the onboard computer replied. A piece of a gun popped out of his side thigh, the twentieth grabbed it and the scrap began to transform and lengthen. — The BS-18 rifle is ready for battle…- Kara reported. He began to turn around and get up from his hiding place, then Aliz grabbed him by the hand: — Don't leave me… 20: — I'm here, I'm with you… you.. you What did I just say? (thoughts inside him)... Sssss Kkkkrrrrr (nasty grinding sound in the ears) Hey... Hey-hey... Don't cry, the main thing is I'm here, I'm with you... you... you… that's what I told her once upon a time (thoughts inside him)... — Sirr... Sirr... what's wrong with you?... - the junior sergeant asked him. The guy came to his senses… — I'm fine… - he said and then pulled out a rifle and began to aim at the half-spider spawn. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger and hit the large tarantula right in the head.l, then he suddenly aimed at another and then thoughts arose “It seems like we were being hunted by other monsters, not insects?... Where do these thoughts come from in my head?... Who am I? A soldier of some royal army? What kind of uniform and armor am I wearing? Am I a knight? So I was wearing a robot suit, wasn’t I?” He looked at the captain, who was also wearing a uniform and the same armor over it, he also wore an incomprehensible cap, half made of steel and half of wool and material, like all the soldiers. The guy returned to his original position and continued shooting at the insects without stopping, but their number didn't decrease, more and more new ones appeared. — Captain, we can’t last that long! - the sergeant reported. The captain turned to the guy and commanded: — Lieutenant, take the civilian and find an escape route. — Aye, aye captain! - the guy obeyed the order, then he grabbed the girl and ran to the rear. A huge oak tree appeared on their way. And underneath it a hole was visible. — Stop! - Aliz screamed sharply. — What is it? - the guy asked her… — I won’t go there? - she answered. — But why? - the young man asked again. — Because he will be there - Aliz answered in a sad voice. — Who is he? - asked the puzzled young man. — This evil deceiver... who got me into all this… - Aliz began to tell. — Eh? - the young man looked at him with a puzzled look. — Rabbit is waiting for us there! - Aliz finished answering. Dark Woods ______________________________________ In some snakes, females eat their males after… oh my god it's horrible… Aaaah, you scared me, oh my heart sank…Don't sneak up on me like that again… well... It's already so scary here without this, when you read something like this… and you do something like this… So know that it is dangerous to play with snakes… Not only do they betray and deceive, but they force others to do the same… I remember I told you some story there… Well, what was I talking about… Oh yeah... I got it... I got it... a story about some boy, right?... Well, what was there, tell me?... oh yeah Rabbit!!! Rabbit... rabbit... I got it!... Oh this naive rabbit… ______________________________________ In a clean green field on which the sun shone so radiantly, there were three people standing near a huge, lonely oak tree. The wind blew softly, rustling its leaves and knocking away the oppressive heat in the air. There was a small hole in the oak tree that could fit a five-year-old child, well or an adult, if only I could get on all fours and walk forward. A rabbit suddenly jumped out of the oak tree and… — Stop!!! Has it started again? - Boy. — What happen? - Aliz — That announcer's voice! Who tells everything over and over again all our actions and events… - Boy — I don’t hear anything... - Aliz — He just now spoke and described everything… Wait a minute... where is the woods? where is the royal squad? monsters? spiders? everything was different here!!!... - Boy — Hmm-hmm, boy, maybe you’ll still let me finish the story, so there is a rabbit waiting for you and a bunch of different adventures. - You — I knew it, you can hear me! Stop! What? Story? Again! you took up your old things! I won't do anything until you explain what's going on here? And until you get me out of here… Get me out of here! Get me out right now!!!... - Boy — Wait a minute, boy, I want to explain to you, that everything doesn’t depend on me, I don't have the answers to your questions, I'm just telling all your adventures which you yourself create, as like a football commentator. - Author — What? It can't be! I don't believe you! - Boy — It's your right not to believe. - Author — You told two hours ago that I was in the woods, which is not clear how it changed and now I’m in a bare field… Again, it’s not clear how I appeared here? This is all your doing, right?!.. Admit it!... - Boy — Huh?... What? Really?... Before that, I told there was a woods here? Oh! my mind, sorry… But I’ll be honest, if I could change anything in this world, then this story wouldn't exist, everything appears as you see it... - Author — So are you going to get me out of here or not? I won't do anything while I'm here. - Boy — You can do whatever you want… ...or do nothing… But I can't get you out, because it's not in my power… Only you yourself can find a way out of here... - Author — So how? - Boy — Follow the White Rabbit... - Author — Behind the White Rabbit?!... How can I know that he will lead me to the exit? How can I trust you?.. what if I don't do it… then what? - Boy — Then nothing… nothing will happen… There is only one solution to check it… You can stay in this empty field as long as you want… But I think that the way out won’t find itself... - Author — Alright then… Let's play your stupid game… But just don’t try to fool me… Otherwise I won’t budge... - Boy — Good.. Agreed... - Author Aliz tugged at the boy's hand and asked quietly: — What are you thinking about? — Me?... - the young man reasked surprisingly. — Of course, who else did I ask… - Aliz answered with a question in the affirmative. — I just talked with the author for at least half an hour… didn't you hear and see our entire conversation?... - The young man reacted in surprise again — What other author?... No, I didn't hear anything… you just stood there and asked about some announcer and thoughtfully looked into the distance for a couple of minutes… as if you remembered something… - Aliz answered in detail. — Do you even remember how we got here?... - the boy asked indignantly again. — Honestly, I didn't even think about it, we're just here and that's it... - Aliz answered. — And what about Woods? Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? - the boy continued to interrogate. — Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? I'm sorry I don't remember any of this, I just feel like I've known you for a long time… - Aliz answered in a sad voice. — What about you, please gnome! Do you remember anything?... - ... - the boy looked pitifully at the old man. — Me? What about me? I met you, and then she appeared… Well, what about spiders and woods...Hm... Lately I don't remember… Maybe this is a memory from your past life… although who knows… this is a wonderland and anything can happen here son… - Gretsbor made his conclusion.Boy: — No, it was real, not a dream… What the hell is the author? Why don’t they hear us and don’t remember anything? Author: — Maybe they only hear what they are used to hearing and remember what they want... Boy: — How is this possible? Although I'm not surprised by anything here… The boy realized that the interrogations were of no use, they continued walking, and soon they reached the oak tree. Where the white rabbit met them, who was just over three feet tall, no taller than a five year old child. He was dressed like a gentleman in a black top hat, glasses and a dark blue jacket worn over a white shirt with sleeves, underneath are dark trousers with polished black shoes and white gloves on his hands. He pulled a watch from the front right pocket of his vest and muttered: — You're late, you're late… - and put them back and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt on his left paw and began to look at the watch on his wrist. He looked at them suspiciously, then raised them up to his ears, again muttering angrily: — You're late! You're late! - and began to turn them on nervously. — Hmm, a talking rabbit? I'm glad these aren't unicorns or fairies… - said the young man with a grin. The rabbit muttered again: — You're late! You're late!... Here the boy interrupted him and asked: — Um... Hello? Do you mind if I ask what you're mumbling about? Who's late?... — Good afternoon sir!... - the rabbit greeted with a trembling voice, then answered the question: — Of course, you are late for the meeting… — To meet someone?... - The young man asked again… — Not to whom, but where! - Corrected the rabbit. — So where?... - The young man asked the question. — To your adventures!... - The rabbit answered in a trembling voice… — What? What kind of crap are you talking about?... - the boy objected… — He's always like that… he talks all sorts of incoherent nonsense… like almost everyone else in this country… - Aliz commented sadly… — How do you know it? - The boy was surprised. Aliz looked at the young man with sad eyes: — Once upon a time, I don’t remember how much time has passed, I met this rabbit, he also muttered something and where was he in a hurry… and I followed him… this is how I fell here and now I can’t get out… - Aliz said, she paused for a moment and added: — Just don’t believe everything you see and hear here... They all lie… — Hmm... everything I saw here seems delusional to ME - the boy added on his own behalf… — I protest. I’m just saying what I’m instructed or allowed to do. - the rabbit reacted dissatisfied. — By whom? - the boy asked suspiciously. — Hhhussshhh... I can’t say that… - Rabbit said this in a whisper, took the top hat off his head and pressed it to his mouth, pointing his finger up… — What does it mean? - the boy began to question again. — Sorry, I’m limited in my answers, please ask the right questions… We are forbidden to talk about everything else… I can only add something… - said the Rabbit in a whisper… — What? - Aliz asked curiously. The rabbit put the top hat back on his head, pulled out small glasses from the front left pocket of his vest, he pulled them onto his nose and then he pulled out a scroll from the inside pocket of his vest and began to read from it. — Khem! Khem! - the fluffy one coughed before starting. If you are a hero.. and want to back home quicker. Then you will have to give... what you for yourself wish. Will you leave someone? Who cares about you. Who gently warmed everytime. Chasing away your sadness mood. Are you ready to squeeze in your hand, Razor-sharp thorns from the rose's step? To bleed, take the snake venom so bitter, What will make the heart shiver and wither? Are you ready to go through... To the darkness of emptiness inside you… Walk on the bones of broken dreams… And breathe in the ashes feelings of smoldering love lees… To be fall into madnessys… Only when you will pass all this path, You will see the truth at last. Then will open up to you the door. And afterglow you will realized who you were. — What the hell is this?... - the boy asked, puzzled. — This young man is a scroll of prophecy and I have been instructed to read it to you… - the rabbit answered proudly. — Who is this for? Is this for him? - Aliz interrupted. - Ahhmmm?... Just a second... - the rabbit muttered, puzzled… — Hold on... hold on... hold on... just a second, just a second - The rabbit continued to mutter. He nervously pressed the scroll to his nose, holding the glasses with his right paw and squinting his eyes, he tried hard to find out to whom this prediction was addressed… — It is written here to the hero, I think it's still for him… - the rabbit answered, pointing at the young man. — Hm!!!… - Aliz reacted angrily, she grabbed the scroll and tore it from the rabbit with a scream: - Give it to me!... - then quickly ran her eyes over the text, muttering under her breath and commented. — It doesn't write who for is it addressed to, LONG-EAREDSY!... So that is complete Bullshit!... — I merely just said the will of my lords… - the rabbit answered in justification. — Your lords!?... But for me you didn't write anything like that… Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds) — But for me... (ttttttzzzz) you didn't... (skkkkrrr) — But for me you didn't write anything like that… Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds) — You dedicated your whole soul to some stinking cunt, — You want to blam... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz) me!!!... then where were you when I... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz) Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds) — Aaaah!!! my head - clutching his head the boy groaned while the others argued and swore. — So your idiotic lords don't give a shit about me?!... - Aliz continued to be indignant. — You came here yourself, you weren’t invited here… - the rabbit muttered, stuttering. — What did you say, Long-earedsy!?... - Aliz became even more angry. — Guys, let's enough fight… - the gnome interrupted them: — Maybe we should decide where to go? - he added then. — Let me suggest that you follow me… I'll take you to the escape… and prithee note that he is the only one here for your information... - the rabbit suggested softly. — No way… toothy! NEVER EVER BE YOUR WAY!!! Thanks, I'm fed up with this bullshit and your adventures… - Aliz reacted furiously. — Well, alright, stop aggression… Let's discuss everything and come to some kind of solution… - said the gnome, then looked at the boy and asked: — Hey boy... What's wrong with you?... The boy came to his senses and decided to mentally analyze what was happening in his head “What happened to me? Some visions or fragments from a forgotten memory?” — Author, what was that? Author? Author? I can't hear you again… - the boy said out loud without thinking. — Are you at it again? Talking about the author again? Better tell us what to do? I don't trust this furball… He's clearly hiding something… he is not on our side… - Aliz began to interrogate the boy in an aggressive tone. — I don't know what to do! - the guy answered in the same spirit. — It looks like we have no choice… There is only bare steppe all around… I don't think there's anything nearby. - the gnome commented. — He said if you want to get out, then follow the white rabbit… I think you're right gnome… we have nowhere else to go…- the boy agreed with the fact. — This can't be… Well, what if we go straight? no matter which way and walk for a long time without turning and then we’ll get somewhere… - Aliz objected. — No, I don’t think that will work here… - the boy answered, sighing sadly. — How do you know? Because you really don't know that for sure!... Let's ask the Long-earedsy… He has definitely been here longer than us and should know… Well, Rabbit, answer?! Is there anything nearby where we can get out of here? - Aliz asked indignantly. — Sorry, but I am limited in my answers… - the Rabbit answered plaintively. Oh?! so you do... like that?! - Aliz sighed angrily, hitting the cylinder she grabbed the Rabbit by the ears, picked him up and started shaking him, so much so that his glasses and watch fell out from the shaking: — What's there beyond?... So, tell me now, you long-earedsy little shit!... - Aliz asked the rabbit with a scream as she shook him… — Ayyyy... I don't know… I only know that it is possible to be infinite and no one has ever gone through it… that's what they say… - the rabbit answered frightened. — Are there any other exits here… - Aliz continued. — I don't know… Only the creator himself knows about this… Only he decides what should be here and what should not… I am only merely carrying out his will… - said the rabbit, stuttering. — Hmm... I think I know who he's talking about… - the boy said thoughtfully and began to think to himself: - "Could it really be that all this is the work of the author…But why is he playing with us?… Or maybe it's just in me… How can I find out?… the exit, according to his plan, is somewhere there…maybe there I will find answers to all the questions…” - Having finished his thought, he declared: — Let him go!... We should trust him, otherwise we'll be stuck here forever… — Fine… - Having resigned herself, Aliz let the rabbit go, he shouted out of fear: — Ayyyy… - and jumped away from her, picking up all his things that had fallen from the ground… — Maybe you're right, but I don't want to be alone again in this crazy world… - Aliz said in response to the boy. — Don't be afraid… I will always be there… Trust me… - Having said this to Aliz, the boy took her hand. She looked at him with trembling eyes from tears and smiled shyly. It seemed very familiar to her, that tenderness and that touch, but she couldn’t realized where these feelings suddenly came from. Gretsbor saw the sparkle in these two and smiled: — Well, my dears, it means that's it, everything is decided… let's go meet adventures hmm?... - He grabbed Aliz by one hand at elbow level and the young man by the other, then looked at the rabbit: — We are ready!… — Then just follow me… entrance through this hole… - said the rabbit kindly. They approached the oak tree hole, which looked more like a rounded doorway than a simple hole of the tree, but without a door. There was a sign above the hole, It had a silhouette of a king cobra snake carved into it. "- Hmm, very strange.” - the boy thought, the hole itself didn't look like it was cut from the inside or the outside, it looked like the oak tree just grew with this hole “- there are no traces of hand cutting” - the boy noticed. The rabbit bent down on all fours and slipped into a dark hole and there he disappeared into the darkness, saying only through his back: — Be careful here, don't fall into the abyss, otherwise it is not known where and when you will end up, stairs on the left… They followed him into the hole, Gretsbor was slightly taller than a rabbit, by as much as two heads, and it is one and a half times denser than him. He was the first one to enter and barely fit into the hole, he moved forward in jerks: — And in appearance it seemed bigger… - he commented. Aliz walked behind, before she goes into the hole, she lifted up the front side of her long blue dress, so that it doesn't interfere with her crawling and the boy brought up the rear. — Is it just me? Or is the hole getting narrower… - the boy made a remark. — I think so too… - Aliz supported. Gretsbor felt the same way, but not as much as they do and having grasped the essence of the situation, he began to walk faster, then unable to bear the discomfort, he shouted: — Hey rabbit, where are you? — I'm going down here… could you move faster, otherwise the hole will slam shut in a minute and you can get stuck in it forever… - the rabbit shouted back. — What? Couldn't you have said it before?... - the gnome shouted indignantly again, then he looked at those behind him and commanded: — Do You heard that!... Come on guys, move faster!… Move! Move!... — Ah, it’s already too cramped for me here… faster, faster… - the boy panicked. — Aaahh!... Me too!... Gretsbor moved, quick!... - Aliz picked up the panic. — Where are the stairs? I can't see anything… - Before the gnome could say this, he immediately fell through: — Aaahhh!!!... - gatsbooorrrr where are you!!! Gretsbor Aaahhh I'm falling!... - Aliz also suddenly screamed, but she managed to grab the roots of the oak tree with her right hand. The boy, realizing that there was an abyss at the exit, slowed down and stopped at the edge. — Alizzzz... Hold on to me! - he shouted. Aliz freed her left hand and grabbed the boy's right hand: — Just don't let me go!!!... - she screamed in fear. — Okay!!! I gotcha ya! - He shouted back at her. He tried to feel with his left hand something that he could firmly grasp: — Where the hell is the stairs? I can’t see anything!… - he said in a trembling voice and suddenly something from behind began to push him out, realizing that it was the hole itself. doing that, pushing him out, he screamed in fear: — The hole is pushing me out! I'm going to fall!!!... — No, just don’t let me go… - Aliz shouted. The hole began to push harder, he only managed to shout the last words before falling: — I'm falling down!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!... - He screamed and let go of Aliz’s hand, and together they fell into the abyss. Opening his eyes, the boy couldn't figure out what was happening: — What?... - he started waving his arms and legs, but couldn't grasping for anything: — Am I still falling?... - The young man, realizing that he was still in flight, rushed to look for Aliz: — Alizzz!!!... Alizzz!!!... - Looking around the area he thought: - how deep does this rabbit hole go… then he continued looking for Aliz: — Aliz!!!!! Where are you??? Aliz, can you hear me? — I'm here!!!!!!... - Aliz responded. — I see you, Elise! Hold on, I'll fly to you right now… - having grouped his body, the boy rushed towards her, flying up to her, he extended his hand: — Take my hand!... — Hap, just don't let me go again… - Aliz said, grabbing his hand. Grabbing each other, the boy said: — I gotcha ya! - then he looked around again and asked: — Where is Grestbor?… — I don’t know... he’s probably somewhere down there… - Aliz answered looking down, then they started shouting together: — Gretsbor!!!!! Gretsbor!!! — I'm here guys… - Having heard them, the gnome answered. — We'll pick you up right now, hold on!... just stay there!... - said the boy and he and Aliz rushed towards him. — Hea… - the boy shouted as he exhaled, picking up the gnome. — I thought I was going to crash and closed my eyes… but I realized that for some reason I was still falling… - commented Gretsbor. — I warned you that this long-earedy guy can't be trusted… last time it was like that… - Aliz began to grumble angrily. — We had no choice… What should we do now?... if you were here… - the boy asked worriedly. — I don’t know, I just closed my eyes and fell... fell for a long time… - Aliz answered confused. — And where are we falling? where is the end of this hole? - Gretsbor interrupted them. — Last time it was where we were Wonderland… And now we are falling somewhere further… - Aliz answered. The darkness that surrounded them suddenly began to recede, light began to leak from the abyss below, illuminating the entire space around them. Reflections of objects that were hidden in the darkness began to be seen, the boy was a little taken aback by this, because all the household furniture and more were flying around in the vicinity. Wardrobes, beds, cabinets and much more incomprehensible, all sorts of luminous equipment and things that he had never seen before. — Where does all this stuff come from?... - Looking around, the boy asked. — I don’t know, maybe all these things are from the memories of everyone who was here… - Aliz answered and looked down and suddenly a sideboard flew out from somewhere. — Look out!... - Aliz shouted, they having formed a crowd, moved sharply to the side. — There are more and more of them!!!... - the gnome noticed and in addition to large stuff, small ones began to fly at them, dishes, toys, telephones and those same little glowing devices. All the objects seemed to hang in the air, like in water and slowly flew apart. — Aaaahhh!!!… - Aliz started screaming again, covering her face and began to defend herself, the others followed her and also began to take cover. The boy barely managed to fight off the objects and didn’t notice how a push-button telephone flew into his face a white ringing device that hit him on the head, after which he screamed in mild pain: — Aaaaaaayyy damn!… - The phone slowly flew to the side, and from her the tube flew off and moved in the opposite direction, a voice familiar to the boy came from the pipe: — I love you Jaen!... (noise: - ttttshhhh!!!)... And I really miss you, sunny… I want to be with you... (noise: - ttttshhh!!!) — What!!!???... - the boy asked in surprise and then thought and said to himself: - Who is Jaen? Or what does it mean? And this voice is familiar to me... Jaen?!... Does this mean my name or did she call me that affectionately?... (noise: - skrrr) — Yeahh, they are good, but I am a fucking whore… Because, you will always blame me for everything… (noise: - skrrr) A sharp pain pierced the boy's head, he grabbed it, covering his entire face with his elbows and suddenly the pain subsided. He couldn't understand what was happening to him, only one thought was spinning in my head: - what was that and when will it all end!!! And then suddenly everything stopped, small stuff were left behind: — What's wrong with you? Are you okay?... - Aliz asked the boy. — I don't know… Again some fragments of vision, as like all this is memories and it's very familiar to me… - the boy answered. — Pull yourself together!!! We need you to stay with us!... - Aliz grabbed the boy and began to bring him to his senses. — I will try!... - the boy answered. The calm did not last long, huge unknown objects began to appear in the distance. The first thing that approached them was a huge bookshelf the size of an entire wall. — We need to separate, otherwise we'll crash into it… - Aliz immediately realized. — Okay! We'll separate on the count of three… - Gretsbor commanded, then they started counting together: — One, two, three!!! — Let's go!!!... - shouted Gretsbor… They flew in different directions, flying around the shelf, smaller objects appeared behind it, car, bed, table. The car moved towards the boy, the remaining two items went to Elise and Gretsbor. The guy swerved to the side to avoid the car, as he flew past, there was a grinding sound in my ears again, he grabbed his ears, the noise disappeared again. Looking back at the car he saw two images appear, He barely saw what seemed to him to be familiar features on the girl, dark hair, dark skin, brown eyes and it was impossible to see the second one, she kissed with a dark stranger. The girl saw how he looked at her and said: — I'm sorry, Jaen… It's not my fault... I couldn't do anything… - then she laughed loudly: — Hahaha!... A sharp screeching sound hit the boy's ears again, causing him to scream in pain: — NNNOOO!!!… YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, BUT YOU DIDN'T!!!... - The ringing in my ears only got worse, meanwhile, Aliz and Gretsbor easily dodged their objects, Aliz from the double bed, Gretsbor from the kitchen table. Aliz saw the boy falling in a crumpled, as like a waterdrop shape and a big piano flies towards him, she shouted to him: — Watch out boy!!!... - But he didn't hear her, she decided to jump up to him to save him, but then Gretsbor grabbed her hand: — What are you doing? You can't save him, you won't make it!... - he shouted to her. — Let me go!!!... - she shouted back at him, kicking him and moving towards the boy and the gnome flew away in an unknown direction. She flew towards the boy, but the piano flew towards him faster, she started shouting at him: — Hhheeeyyy!!!... Wake up!!! Hhheeeyyy yyyooouuu!!!... - the boy didn't hear her, the noise in his ears only got worse, flashes of fragments from life occurred in his eyes, only he didn't understand whose, everything was familiar and at the same time alien, the girl's voice kept spinning in his head: — I love you Jaen… (noise: -sssskkkkrrr) Hahaha…(noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Why are you looking at me like that hm?… (noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Is it really you? Where is your blue handkerchief?… — SHUT UUUPPP!!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU ANYMORE!!!… GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!... - he shouted at the top of his lungs and opened up to his full height. The musical instrument was getting closer and closer, Aliz realized that there was no point in screaming, the only thing she could do was push him away. She accelerated her flight by grouping herself into a needle shape, she pressed hands to her hips and straightened her legs with her toes together: — Auhhh…- they both screamed from the collision, she crashed into the boy, hitting him in the chest with her shoulder, they managed to avoid the brunt of the piano's blow, but not completely, the piano key cover anyway touched Aliz's legs and groin. The blow sent her flying away from the boy. He came to his senses and the only thing he managed to see and hear was her screaming: — Boyyyyyyy!!! Aaaaahhhh!!!... - before she fell into the bright light, which seemed like the bottom of a hole, but it turned out that this bright light did not have a solid surface. The boy shouted back: — Aliz!!!... - and he rushed after her, entering this light. There was a flickering in his eyes, he closed his eyes, then there was a rumble of thunder and a whistle. The noise of the flickering became more frequent, the boy started screaming out of fear: — Aaahhh!!!... - a sharp explosion… and suddenly complete silence ‘ - is it really all over? there are no noises or explosions…’ the boy thought to himself… absolute calm… The guy realized that he was lying on something soft and warm ' - how strange, I seemed to be falling and didn’t feel how I landed…' He felt so good lying there that he didn't want to open his eyes. ‘ - I don't want to get up and go somewhere…’ He lay there for an unknown amount of time and then he felt something tickling his back and heels: — Hahaha!!!... Mmmm... Jaen I feel ticklish… Jaen!!!... The boy opened his eyes and turned around, it was just the wind tickling him with sand. ' - I remembered that face, that girl in the car, I know her, I remember her, I remember how I loved her, but I don't remember her name… — Where am I now?... in the desert?... Where the hell did I end up again… - He stood up and couldn't understand where he was. — Where are my clothes?... Why am I only wearing pants and a torn shirt?… - he was surprised. — And where is everyone else?... Alizz!!!!... EAlizz!!!... Gretborg!!!... Gretborg!!!!.... Where the hell are you guys?... Damn!!!!... - he shouted in despair and anger… What surprised him most was his surroundings: — What strange sand is around?... so blue like sea water… Why didn't I notice it right away… - a completely different picture opened up before him. — I didn’t think this could happen… Wow what?... What is shining…- For the first time he saw blue sand with a pink sheen. A path formed from the pink hue, beckoning him to follow it, and he did. In the distance he noticed some kind of building, the boy decided to come closer, It turned out to be a stone arch with beautifully carved patterns and drawings; in the center of the top there was a symbol of a snake. The Rabbit Hole __________________________________ to be continued #MetaVerse #METATeles #MetaThings #MetaEntertainment #NFTCommmunity

Boy-out of nowhere

The sun's rays caressed on April day… On our first date… And I forgot everything, what I have to do in this pla…. Ohh? how did you appear here... Oh, sorry, where are my manners... Greetings, my friend… glad to see you again… Do you miss my story tales? Don’t be shy, you don’t have to admit it... It’s okay. I also wanted to see my listener… Do you want to hear another one from me?... If you really want it, then come sit down somewhere in a warm corner and read on, we're starting…
Whether it was a long time ago or just recently, but once upon a time in a mysterious little world and a mysterious country, in a small woods, appeared a boy-out of nowhere. Lying on a fresh grassy meadow, he slept soundly… Why out of nowhere, you might ask? Because he himself didn't know where he was from or what his name was. Well, he started to wake up.
— Aaaah... - the boy groaned, opening his eyes…
— Where am I?... - he asked, seeing the clear azure sky…
— You are where you are… - the old gnome answers him…
— What? - He looked at the gnome with a frightened look and jumped back…
— Who are you? And why am I here?... - the boy asked the old man with concern.
— Well, who are you yourself? And where were you before, if you are surprised by this place... - the old man asked in response.
— What do you mean? Who am I myself? And where have I been before? I was at home!... And stop answering a question with a question… - the young man objected.
— Oh, forgive the old curmudgeon... - the gnome said... My name is Gretsbor... I am a resident of these wonderful lands… - he continued… — Many residents of this country know me, as I know everyone, but I don’t remember you, young man... where are you from?... - he finished asking.
— What? Where am I from? Me? Uh... I... I, I don't remember... - the boy said quietly, upset…
— Then what is your name?... - the old gnome asked again…
— My name? My name... I don't remember - the young man answered again, puzzled…
— It turns out that you are a Boy-out of Nowhere and your name is Nobody… - the gnome commented.
— What?!?! I have a name! - the young man protested... - I remember... I just forgot a little bit... - the boy added sadly.
— You better answer me, how did I got here?...
- the young man began to indignantly interrogate the gnome again…
— How did you get here? How do you know this? Maybe you were here before, since you don’t remember where you’re from… maybe you were hiding from everyone in our lands… - the old man protested…
— No, I know for sure that all this is unfamiliar to me... - the youth cried out…
— I'm not from here... And what kind of forest is this?... And why are you here? You probably stole me!... - the young man began to protest angrily.
— And what is this voice that comments on my every movement and word, said the boy, shouted the boy, come on, get out too? You're all probably playing a joke on me, right?... You're all lying... And why can't I remember... Who I am... Where I am... Go to hell you all!!!... - The young man seethed with anger and rushed forward, running as fast as he could away from the gnome as far as his eyes could see…
— Hey there, shut up, stinking commentator. I'm not in a fairy tale... this is all not real... this is all a dream... HELP?! HELP!!!!!!!
— Hey, anyone!!!!!!!!!!
— Where am I?
— Who am I?
The boy ran through the forest, trying so fast to find a road or a highway that he didn't pay attention to the thorns under his feet and the needle-like branches from young trees that hit his face, when suddenly the trees in the forest began to shake and the earth began to tremble…
— What? What the hell is the commentator? Mama!!!... - he panicked
— What the hell is going on here??? - the young man thought to himself. The trees seemed to come alive, and the ground was slipping away from under his feet, the forest seemed to thicken, trees began to fall in front of his feet, becoming an obstacle and the earth began to move apart, forming large chasms…
The boy managed to grab the liana and jump over the first abyss, another hole appeared behind it, but was a little smaller. The boy, in a hurry and without thinking, decided to take the risk of jumping over her too, he took two steps and juuuuummmmmp…
— Aaaaahhhh….
Yes, he did it! He reached the ground! Just a little more and he would have fallen into the abyss. He was barely standing on a shaking patch ground which rose above the level rest.
— Hey you there, whoever is commenting on it, stop doing this... Don't pretend you don't understand who I'm talking to, why are you doing all this? I am talking to you, who is telling all this, as if reading. I am not a hero from a book or from a story, I am not a past story, I am real, I am here and now…
ENOUGHTTTT!!!!!... Do you hear? ENOUGH!!!!!... this is all not true... this is all a dream... this is all a dream… " — Aaamm... Has it really stopped... The earth has stopped shaking... And the trees aren't moving… Wow, how high I have risen… I need to get out of here before this author gets something else crazy things in his head…” Before the young man had time to think about it, suddenly, out of nowhere, another piece of land jumped out right in front of him, it looked like a small island with a tree which separated from the ground and hung in the air, the boy was stunned with bewilderment… '' — This is impossible!!!'’ - he said to himself… and he suddenly fell down, the earth that was underneath him crumbled into small stones. He closed his eyes and felt himself falling, but this feeling did not last long. For some unknown reason, he felt something pulling him upward.She twisted his legs upwards, he opened his eyes and made sure that this was indeed the case. His legs twisted upwards, he opened his eyes and saw that this was indeed the case. Now he was falling upward onto that patch of land, which had swum out before him before. From underneath which the roots of a tree protruded, as if they were spearheads. The young man panicked even more, out of fear he tried to grab onto something. And then the right hand felt something to hold on to, the boy grabbed the grass with both hands, and it turned out to be a liana. He was turned upside down again, falling and sliding through the air, he moved forward. Before his eyes opened a view of a whole, untouched land, he was delighted with what he saw and prepared to land. The only thing that scared him was a cluster of small trees, which could have seriously injured him, but decided to fly between them. And so he began to approach the ground, but suddenly someone's image appeared from under the trees. But it was too late to do anything, he had already let go of the liana and flew straight into the stranger. They crashed and both rolled to the other end of the earth, where the cliff was visible…
Arrival
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She: — Why are you looking at me like that hm?
He: — It wasn’t me... It's you…
She: — Hehe, don’t lie to me…
He: — I'm not…
She: — Please, don’t look at me like that...
He: — Why?
She: — Otherwise you'll drown in the pool of my eyes and you will lose your soul… and then no one will save you…
He: — And I'm not afraid, if I lose my soul… Aren't you afraid of losing yours?...
She: — So, let's try to take it…
He: — What if I'll do it? Will you be mine forever?...
She: — Hehe…
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G: — Rise up soldier!!! No time to sleep son!!!...
Y: — Ahhmm?? Aaa what the hell?
G: — Don't even say it, son. What the hell did you go running through a minefield? All because of this girl??? You're lucky son that you're wearing combat armor and the sprint mode is automatically turned on… otherwise I would have to collect your guts from all over the forest… hahaha… But look for the positives everywhere, it seems you have set a new world record…if not by running, then for fast shitting on your pants be sure hahaha!!! Now get up, you dumbhead!!!!
The young man couldn't come to his senses, moments later, he automatically began to feel his entire body with his hands. He gradually began to understand that he is covered from head to toe in exo-skeletal armor. The screen in the helmet showed a slightly distorted image of everything happening around, he hit the helmet on his head a couple of times and the image became clear. He looked around and couldn't understand where he was again.
— Where am I now?... - he asked in a half-whisper. The sergeant looked at him sullenly and replied: — That you still can’t recover from the concussion… - then he commanded: — Kara analysis of the state of the twentieth… A female electric voice responded: — Sergeant Kurt's voice has been identified, I start conducting a process analysis of soldier number twenty…
The young man could barely make out a full-length photo of his body on the foggy screen of his helmet. He felt a chill run through him a couple of times, sometimes up, sometimes down, then Kara said: — Pulse 120 beats per minute, there is no damage or bleeding in the internal organs, there are a couple of hematomas in the soft tissues in the chest and head area, pupils are enlarged, slight concussion, the carrier is in shock.
— Well, now I see, what’s wrong with you, soldier… - said the sergeant, then looked at the fugitive.
— And you, stranger? You look like a defector or were you spying on us here?... What were you doing here alone in this forest filled with mines and monsters? Well, answer me right now! While I'm still kind… - She was wearing a hoodie and the hood was covering her face, cropped ankle-length blue jeans and white exoskeleton sneakers. The sergeant removed the hood from her head to get a better look at her face. He saw her long, bright chestnut-colored hair, just below her shoulders, and green eyes, as well as her white, pale face and black mascara running from tears. The sergeant grabbed the stranger by the collar, the girl moaned in response: — Aahhh… - and got scared.
— What!? Are you speechless?... - the old warrior continued to escalate, and at this time the young man began to come to his senses…- Aaahhhh… - he groaned… — Now I don’t hear that voice… and the terrain changed around… how can this be? I was in another place.
The forest he had seen before was very different from what it is now. The trees were burnt out, and there seemed to be no trace of that greenery and those leaves left. The environment was partly similar to what had been before and at the same time different. It looks like a twisted version of what came before. Dry grass, petrified earth, swamps and rot everywhere. The guy looked at the short sergeant, who stood with his back to him, he also had the same armor, only with a different shortened helmet, he recognized him as the gnome, who was with him in the forest.
— Hey you… - he addressed the sergeant…
— You’re that gnome!... - the fellow said in an enlightened voice…
— What are you talking about, kid?... - the sergeant was indignant, turning to him and letting the stranger go.
— What are you talking about? - the old soldier asked him again.
— You are that dwarf from whom I was running away… then the ground there began to shake… and then I fell on someone and it was you!... - the young man looked at the runaway…
— Okay Kara, what kind of nonsense is he talking about…- the sergeant objected. — I’m conducting a psychological analysis… - Kara answered. — Mild concussion, slight bruise in the frontal part of the brain, possibly short-term memory loss, and also, due to shock, false memories may arise. — Now that's why, what it is!… Kid, that really shook you up your ass… - the sergeant commented…
The girl looked at the young man and began to speak: — I was hiding here from the cops… and everything would have been fine if it weren't for him, so much fuss over this fool…
— You'd better tell him thank you for saving your ass, fugitive… — the sergeant objected… - If it weren’t for him, you would have been blown up by one of these mines… and because of you his head was spinning to the point of memory loss!!! - he finished.
— I'm not a fugitive, my name is Aliz... - the girl objected in response.
— I don't really give a damn what your name is and where you're from!... - the sergeant responded to the objections.
"So I saved her?" the young man thought to himself, but everything was different…
— And you listen to me, soldier… - with an angry face, grabbing the armor, the sergeant began to speak angrily… — I don't know what's going on in your head, but I need a combat soldier here! Who will act strictly according to plan and cover my back! Do you understand?... - The young man was frightened and did not know what to answer, but suddenly a siren sounded. An incomprehensible alarm sign appeared in front of his screen, Kara's electronic voice repeated two words: — Alarm on the right, Alarm on the right… - Get down!!!... - the sergeant shouted and jumped to the ground, grabbing both of them. A gas egg flew past them and exploded nearby, released from the mouth of a lizard by a similar predator. The sergeant, seeing this, pulled out his rifle with a shout: — Well, here we go! Run to cover!... Twenty and Aliz rushed forward.
But as soon as they took two steps, a monster exploded in front of them, who was blown up by a mine… — God damn! Twenty what the hell are you doing? Turn on the navigation map soldier!!! - the warrior shouted at the young man… — What? A navigation map? … - the young man asked again in a panenka voice.
— Just ask Kara!!!... - the sergeant answered angrily.
— Kara navigation map… - the guy commanded, stuttering from fear.
— I’m turning on the navigation map…scanning the surroundings, DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! A minefield and aggressive creatures were discovered… - commented Kara… The young man screamed in panic: — Faster, Kara!... Kara continued: — Loading a safe route… The route is built... - A blurry image appeared on the helmet screen, the fellow couldn't see the map properly, it had different yellow, pink, blue and many red dots marked on it. The young man panicked even more and began to interrogate Kara with a shout: — Kara I can't see anything, what should I do?...
Without thinking too much, the computer suggested its own option: — I'm activating security protocol number twelve, if in case a soldier after minor injury or under other circumstances was disoriented to move forward to a given location point with the consent of the user himself, autopilot is turned on. Do you consent to the temporary exploitation of your body and your limbs?... + Kara asked the young man.
— Yes, I do! Just do something now!...
- the guy answered with a shout…
— Then relax your legs. I will take you to your destination… - said the computer. The guy grabbed Aliz's hand and his legs seemed to start running along the given route on their own. Aliz barely managed to switch her sneakers to sports mode to keep up with the young man. Monsters appeared everywhere, the sergeant ran after them in short exchanges of fire.
— Sword! Sword! This is Shield! We're heading to our destination, do you copy?... - the sergeant began to mutter half-shouting in a hurry. — Sword online... Shield what is your status?... - someone answered him over the radio. — Code red! I repeat Code red!... - the sergeant answered with a shout… — Class of fellow travelers?... - the voice from the radio asked him.
— One passenger and the Langarers!... - the warrior shouted.
— What the hell, guys! Are you throwing us a party?... - answered the voice on the other end.
— Meet us in 10 minutes! Over!!! - the sergeant shouted.
— Roger that… we're ready… - they answered him.
At first they ran straight ahead, then they turned sharply in different directions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, dodging branches and jumping over all obstacles, foam, fallen trees, holes. Monsters came out of every crack and one after another, some of them were blown up by mines, but this didn't reduce their numbers. The silhouettes of dangerous creatures were barely visible through the cloudy screen of the helmet. It was clear from the map on the screen inside the helmet how the three of them were quickly approaching the designated point and how evil creatures were following them. On their way they began to see a barricade of not a small oak tree laid across the road, on it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man, in the middle of it stood a soldier in the same armor as like on young man and two soldiers were at each end, hiding behind this tree. A voice on the radio shouted: — Twenty come on! Faster!. — Faster Kara!!!... - the guy held them and the suit sped up, a fellow traveler who was holding hands, moaning and gasping for breath, she could barely keep up with him. They came to the shelter, the computer's voice confirmed the arrival: — The personnel were delivered to their destination unharmed!... The commander standing on the oak tree gave his hand to the twentieth, to the girl, and then to the sergeant who lagged behind them a little. The commander's face seemed very familiar to the young man. They all took cover behind a tree, the sergeant and captain began to fire continuously. - Are you going to fight together with us or you only know how to run?... - the captain asked angrily… His voice was painfully familiar to the young man, only he couldn't remember it… The guy came to his senses and asked in bewilderment: — Fight with what?...
— What do you mean? With your rifle! Tell Kara to activate the weapon… - the old sergeant answered irritably…
— What’s wrong with him? - the captain asked the sergeant.
— Concussion, sir! - the sergeant replied.
— Hmm...how did he manage to get it so that he turned from a soldier into a greenhorn…
- the captain muttered indignantly.
The guy gave the command: — Kara activate the weapon!...
— The command is being executed - the onboard computer replied.
A piece of a gun popped out of his side thigh, the twentieth grabbed it and the scrap began to transform and lengthen.
— The BS-18 rifle is ready for battle…- Kara reported.
He began to turn around and get up from his hiding place, then Aliz grabbed him by the hand: — Don't leave me…
20: — I'm here, I'm with you… you.. you
What did I just say? (thoughts inside him)...
Sssss Kkkkrrrrr (nasty grinding sound in the ears) Hey... Hey-hey... Don't cry, the main thing is I'm here, I'm with you... you... you…
that's what I told her once upon a time (thoughts inside him)...
— Sirr... Sirr... what's wrong with you?... - the junior sergeant asked him.
The guy came to his senses…
— I'm fine… - he said and then pulled out a rifle and began to aim at the half-spider spawn. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger and hit the large tarantula right in the head.l, then he suddenly aimed at another and then thoughts arose “It seems like we were being hunted by other monsters, not insects?... Where do these thoughts come from in my head?... Who am I? A soldier of some royal army? What kind of uniform and armor am I wearing? Am I a knight? So I was wearing a robot suit, wasn’t I?” He looked at the captain, who was also wearing a uniform and the same armor over it, he also wore an incomprehensible cap, half made of steel and half of wool and material, like all the soldiers. The guy returned to his original position and continued shooting at the insects without stopping, but their number didn't decrease, more and more new ones appeared.
— Captain, we can’t last that long! - the sergeant reported. The captain turned to the guy and commanded: — Lieutenant, take the civilian and find an escape route.
— Aye, aye captain! - the guy obeyed the order, then he grabbed the girl and ran to the rear. A huge oak tree appeared on their way. And underneath it a hole was visible.
— Stop! - Aliz screamed sharply.
— What is it? - the guy asked her…
— I won’t go there? - she answered.
— But why? - the young man asked again.
— Because he will be there - Aliz answered in a sad voice.
— Who is he? - asked the puzzled young man.
— This evil deceiver... who got me into all this… - Aliz began to tell.
— Eh? - the young man looked at him with a puzzled look.
— Rabbit is waiting for us there! - Aliz finished answering.
Dark Woods
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In some snakes, females eat their males after…
oh my god it's horrible… Aaaah, you scared me, oh my heart sank…Don't sneak up on me like that again… well... It's already so scary here without this, when you read something like this… and you do something like this… So know that it is dangerous to play with snakes… Not only do they betray and deceive, but they force others to do the same… I remember I told you some story there… Well, what was I talking about… Oh yeah... I got it... I got it... a story about some boy, right?... Well, what was there, tell me?... oh yeah Rabbit!!! Rabbit... rabbit... I got it!... Oh this naive rabbit…
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In a clean green field on which the sun shone so radiantly, there were three people standing near a huge, lonely oak tree. The wind blew softly, rustling its leaves and knocking away the oppressive heat in the air. There was a small hole in the oak tree that could fit a five-year-old child, well or an adult, if only I could get on all fours and walk forward. A rabbit suddenly jumped out of the oak tree and…
— Stop!!! Has it started again? - Boy.
— What happen? - Aliz
— That announcer's voice! Who tells everything over and over again all our actions and events… - Boy
— I don’t hear anything... - Aliz
— He just now spoke and described everything… Wait a minute... where is the woods? where is the royal squad? monsters? spiders? everything was different here!!!... - Boy
— Hmm-hmm, boy, maybe you’ll still let me finish the story, so there is a rabbit waiting for you and a bunch of different adventures. - You
— I knew it, you can hear me! Stop! What? Story? Again! you took up your old things! I won't do anything until you explain what's going on here? And until you get me out of here… Get me out of here! Get me out right now!!!... - Boy
— Wait a minute, boy, I want to explain to you, that everything doesn’t depend on me, I don't have the answers to your questions, I'm just telling all your adventures which you yourself create, as like a football commentator. - Author
— What? It can't be! I don't believe you! - Boy
— It's your right not to believe. - Author
— You told two hours ago that I was in the woods, which is not clear how it changed and now I’m in a bare field… Again, it’s not clear how I appeared here? This is all your doing, right?!.. Admit it!... - Boy
— Huh?... What? Really?... Before that, I told there was a woods here? Oh! my mind, sorry… But I’ll be honest, if I could change anything in this world, then this story wouldn't exist, everything appears as you see it... - Author
— So are you going to get me out of here or not? I won't do anything while I'm here. - Boy
— You can do whatever you want… ...or do nothing… But I can't get you out, because it's not in my power… Only you yourself can find a way out of here... - Author
— So how? - Boy
— Follow the White Rabbit... - Author
— Behind the White Rabbit?!... How can I know that he will lead me to the exit? How can I trust you?.. what if I don't do it… then what? - Boy
— Then nothing… nothing will happen… There is only one solution to check it… You can stay in this empty field as long as you want… But I think that the way out won’t find itself... - Author
— Alright then… Let's play your stupid game… But just don’t try to fool me… Otherwise I won’t budge... - Boy
— Good.. Agreed... - Author
Aliz tugged at the boy's hand and asked quietly: — What are you thinking about?
— Me?... - the young man reasked surprisingly.
— Of course, who else did I ask… - Aliz answered with a question in the affirmative.
— I just talked with the author for at least half an hour… didn't you hear and see our entire conversation?... - The young man reacted in surprise again
— What other author?... No, I didn't hear anything… you just stood there and asked about some announcer and thoughtfully looked into the distance for a couple of minutes…
as if you remembered something… - Aliz answered in detail.
— Do you even remember how we got here?... - the boy asked indignantly again.
— Honestly, I didn't even think about it, we're just here and that's it... - Aliz answered.
— And what about Woods? Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? - the boy continued to interrogate.
— Spiders? Monsters? Our acquaintance? I'm sorry I don't remember any of this, I just feel like I've known you for a long time… - Aliz answered in a sad voice.
— What about you, please gnome! Do you remember anything?... - ... - the boy looked pitifully at the old man.
— Me? What about me? I met you, and then she appeared… Well, what about spiders and woods...Hm... Lately I don't remember… Maybe this is a memory from your past life… although who knows… this is a wonderland and anything can happen here son… - Gretsbor made his conclusion.Boy: — No, it was real, not a dream… What the hell is the author? Why don’t they hear us and don’t remember anything?
Author: — Maybe they only hear what they are used to hearing and remember what they want...
Boy: — How is this possible? Although I'm not surprised by anything here…
The boy realized that the interrogations were of no use, they continued walking, and soon they reached the oak tree. Where the white rabbit met them, who was just over three feet tall, no taller than a five year old child. He was dressed like a gentleman in a black top hat, glasses and a dark blue jacket worn over a white shirt with sleeves, underneath are dark trousers with polished black shoes and white gloves on his hands. He pulled a watch from the front right pocket of his vest and muttered: — You're late, you're late… - and put them back and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt on his left paw and began to look at the watch on his wrist. He looked at them suspiciously, then raised them up to his ears, again muttering angrily: — You're late! You're late! - and began to turn them on nervously.
— Hmm, a talking rabbit? I'm glad these aren't unicorns or fairies… - said the young man with a grin.
The rabbit muttered again: — You're late! You're late!... Here the boy interrupted him and asked: — Um... Hello? Do you mind if I ask what you're mumbling about? Who's late?...
— Good afternoon sir!... - the rabbit greeted with a trembling voice, then answered the question: — Of course, you are late for the meeting…
— To meet someone?... - The young man asked again…
— Not to whom, but where! - Corrected the rabbit.
— So where?... - The young man asked the question.
— To your adventures!... - The rabbit answered in a trembling voice…
— What? What kind of crap are you talking about?... - the boy objected…
— He's always like that… he talks all sorts of incoherent nonsense… like almost everyone else in this country… - Aliz commented sadly…
— How do you know it? - The boy was surprised.
Aliz looked at the young man with sad eyes: — Once upon a time, I don’t remember how much time has passed, I met this rabbit, he also muttered something and where was he in a hurry… and I followed him… this is how I fell here and now I can’t get out… - Aliz said, she paused for a moment and added: — Just don’t believe everything you see and hear here... They all lie…
— Hmm... everything I saw here seems delusional to ME - the boy added on his own behalf…
— I protest. I’m just saying what I’m instructed or allowed to do. - the rabbit reacted dissatisfied.
— By whom? - the boy asked suspiciously.
— Hhhussshhh... I can’t say that… - Rabbit said this in a whisper, took the top hat off his head and pressed it to his mouth, pointing his finger up…
— What does it mean? - the boy began to question again.
— Sorry, I’m limited in my answers, please ask the right questions… We are forbidden to talk about everything else… I can only add something… - said the Rabbit in a whisper…
— What? - Aliz asked curiously.
The rabbit put the top hat back on his head, pulled out small glasses from the front left pocket of his vest, he pulled them onto his nose and then he pulled out a scroll from the inside pocket of his vest and began to read from it.
— Khem! Khem! - the fluffy one coughed before starting.
If you are a hero.. and want to back home quicker.
Then you will have to give... what you for yourself wish.
Will you leave someone?
Who cares about you.
Who gently warmed everytime.
Chasing away your sadness mood.
Are you ready to squeeze in your hand,
Razor-sharp thorns from the rose's step?
To bleed, take the snake venom so bitter,
What will make the heart shiver and wither?
Are you ready to go through...
To the darkness of emptiness inside you…
Walk on the bones of broken dreams…
And breathe in the ashes feelings of smoldering love lees…
To be fall into madnessys…
Only when you will pass all this path,
You will see the truth at last.
Then will open up to you the door.
And afterglow you will realized who you were.
— What the hell is this?... - the boy asked, puzzled.
— This young man is a scroll of prophecy and I have been instructed to read it to you… - the rabbit answered proudly.
— Who is this for? Is this for him? - Aliz interrupted.
- Ahhmmm?... Just a second... - the rabbit muttered, puzzled…
— Hold on... hold on... hold on... just a second, just a second - The rabbit continued to mutter.
He nervously pressed the scroll to his nose, holding the glasses with his right paw and squinting his eyes, he tried hard to find out to whom this prediction was addressed…
— It is written here to the hero, I think it's still for him… - the rabbit answered, pointing at the young man.
— Hm!!!… - Aliz reacted angrily, she grabbed the scroll and tore it from the rabbit with a scream: - Give it to me!... - then quickly ran her eyes over the text, muttering under her breath and commented.
— It doesn't write who for is it addressed to, LONG-EAREDSY!... So that is complete Bullshit!...
— I merely just said the will of my lords… - the rabbit answered in justification.
— Your lords!?... But for me you didn't write anything like that…
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— But for me... (ttttttzzzz) you didn't... (skkkkrrr)
— But for me you didn't write anything like that…
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— You dedicated your whole soul to some stinking cunt,
— You want to blam... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz) me!!!... then where were you when I... (sssskkkkrrr ttttzzzz)
Skrrrr ttzzzzzz (distortion sounds)
— Aaaah!!! my head - clutching his head the boy groaned while the others argued and swore.
— So your idiotic lords don't give a shit about me?!... - Aliz continued to be indignant.
— You came here yourself, you weren’t invited here… - the rabbit muttered, stuttering.
— What did you say, Long-earedsy!?... - Aliz became even more angry.
— Guys, let's enough fight… - the gnome interrupted them: — Maybe we should decide where to go? - he added then.
— Let me suggest that you follow me… I'll take you to the escape… and prithee note that he is the only one here for your information...
- the rabbit suggested softly.
— No way… toothy! NEVER EVER BE YOUR WAY!!! Thanks, I'm fed up with this bullshit and your adventures… - Aliz reacted furiously.
— Well, alright, stop aggression… Let's discuss everything and come to some kind of solution… - said the gnome, then looked at the boy and asked: — Hey boy... What's wrong with you?...
The boy came to his senses and decided to mentally analyze what was happening in his head “What happened to me? Some visions or fragments from a forgotten memory?”
— Author, what was that? Author? Author? I can't hear you again… - the boy said out loud without thinking.
— Are you at it again? Talking about the author again? Better tell us what to do? I don't trust this furball… He's clearly hiding something… he is not on our side… - Aliz began to interrogate the boy in an aggressive tone.
— I don't know what to do! - the guy answered in the same spirit.
— It looks like we have no choice… There is only bare steppe all around… I don't think there's anything nearby. - the gnome commented.
— He said if you want to get out, then follow the white rabbit… I think you're right gnome… we have nowhere else to go…- the boy agreed with the fact.
— This can't be… Well, what if we go straight? no matter which way and walk for a long time without turning and then we’ll get somewhere… - Aliz objected.
— No, I don’t think that will work here… - the boy answered, sighing sadly.
— How do you know? Because you really don't know that for sure!... Let's ask the Long-earedsy… He has definitely been here longer than us and should know… Well, Rabbit, answer?! Is there anything nearby where we can get out of here? - Aliz asked indignantly.
— Sorry, but I am limited in my answers… - the Rabbit answered plaintively. Oh?! so you do... like that?! - Aliz sighed angrily, hitting the cylinder she grabbed the Rabbit by the ears, picked him up and started shaking him, so much so that his glasses and watch fell out from the shaking: — What's there beyond?... So, tell me now, you long-earedsy little shit!... - Aliz asked the rabbit with a scream as she shook him…
— Ayyyy... I don't know… I only know that it is possible to be infinite and no one has ever gone through it… that's what they say… - the rabbit answered frightened.
— Are there any other exits here… - Aliz continued.
— I don't know… Only the creator himself knows about this… Only he decides what should be here and what should not… I am only merely carrying out his will… - said the rabbit, stuttering.
— Hmm... I think I know who he's talking about… - the boy said thoughtfully and began to think to himself: - "Could it really be that all this is the work of the author…But why is he playing with us?… Or maybe it's just in me…
How can I find out?… the exit, according to his plan, is somewhere there…maybe there I will find answers to all the questions…” - Having finished his thought, he declared: — Let him go!... We should trust him, otherwise we'll be stuck here forever…
— Fine… - Having resigned herself, Aliz let the rabbit go, he shouted out of fear: — Ayyyy… - and jumped away from her, picking up all his things that had fallen from the ground…
— Maybe you're right, but I don't want to be alone again in this crazy world… - Aliz said in response to the boy.
— Don't be afraid… I will always be there… Trust me… - Having said this to Aliz, the boy took her hand. She looked at him with trembling eyes from tears and smiled shyly. It seemed very familiar to her, that tenderness and that touch, but she couldn’t realized where these feelings suddenly came from.
Gretsbor saw the sparkle in these two and smiled: — Well, my dears, it means that's it, everything is decided… let's go meet adventures hmm?... - He grabbed Aliz by one hand at elbow level and the young man by the other, then looked at the rabbit: — We are ready!…
— Then just follow me… entrance through this hole… - said the rabbit kindly.
They approached the oak tree hole, which looked more like a rounded doorway than a simple hole of the tree, but without a door. There was a sign above the hole, It had a silhouette of a king cobra snake carved into it. "- Hmm, very strange.” - the boy thought, the hole itself didn't look like it was cut from the inside or the outside, it looked like the oak tree just grew with this hole “- there are no traces of hand cutting” - the boy noticed. The rabbit bent down on all fours and slipped into a dark hole and there he disappeared into the darkness, saying only through his back: — Be careful here, don't fall into the abyss, otherwise it is not known where and when you will end up, stairs on the left…
They followed him into the hole, Gretsbor was slightly taller than a rabbit, by as much as two heads, and it is one and a half times denser than him. He was the first one to enter and barely fit into the hole, he moved forward in jerks: — And in appearance it seemed bigger… - he commented. Aliz walked behind, before she goes into the hole, she lifted up the front side of her long blue dress, so that it doesn't interfere with her crawling and the boy brought up the rear.
— Is it just me? Or is the hole getting narrower… - the boy made a remark.
— I think so too… - Aliz supported.
Gretsbor felt the same way, but not as much as they do and having grasped the essence of the situation, he began to walk faster, then unable to bear the discomfort, he shouted: — Hey rabbit, where are you?
— I'm going down here… could you move faster, otherwise the hole will slam shut in a minute and you can get stuck in it forever… - the rabbit shouted back.
— What? Couldn't you have said it before?... - the gnome shouted indignantly again, then he looked at those behind him and commanded: — Do You heard that!... Come on guys, move faster!… Move! Move!...
— Ah, it’s already too cramped for me here…
faster, faster… - the boy panicked.
— Aaahh!... Me too!... Gretsbor moved, quick!... - Aliz picked up the panic.
— Where are the stairs? I can't see anything… - Before the gnome could say this, he immediately fell through: — Aaahhh!!!... - gatsbooorrrr where are you!!! Gretsbor Aaahhh I'm falling!... - Aliz also suddenly screamed, but she managed to grab the roots of the oak tree with her right hand. The boy, realizing that there was an abyss at the exit, slowed down and stopped at the edge.
— Alizzzz... Hold on to me! - he shouted. Aliz freed her left hand and grabbed the boy's right hand: — Just don't let me go!!!... - she screamed in fear. — Okay!!! I gotcha ya! - He shouted back at her. He tried to feel with his left hand something that he could firmly grasp: — Where the hell is the stairs? I can’t see anything!… - he said in a trembling voice and suddenly something from behind began to push him out, realizing that it was the hole itself. doing that, pushing him out, he screamed in fear: — The hole is pushing me out! I'm going to fall!!!...
— No, just don’t let me go… - Aliz shouted. The hole began to push harder, he only managed to shout the last words before falling: — I'm falling down!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!... - He screamed and let go of Aliz’s hand, and together they fell into the abyss.
Opening his eyes, the boy couldn't figure out what was happening: — What?... - he started waving his arms and legs, but couldn't grasping for anything: — Am I still falling?... - The young man, realizing that he was still in flight, rushed to look for Aliz: — Alizzz!!!... Alizzz!!!... - Looking around the area he thought: - how deep does this rabbit hole go… then he continued looking for Aliz:
— Aliz!!!!! Where are you??? Aliz, can you hear me?
— I'm here!!!!!!... - Aliz responded.
— I see you, Elise! Hold on, I'll fly to you right now… - having grouped his body, the boy rushed towards her, flying up to her, he extended his hand: — Take my hand!...
— Hap, just don't let me go again… - Aliz said, grabbing his hand.
Grabbing each other, the boy said: — I gotcha ya! - then he looked around again and asked: — Where is Grestbor?…
— I don’t know... he’s probably somewhere down there… - Aliz answered looking down, then they started shouting together: — Gretsbor!!!!! Gretsbor!!!
— I'm here guys… - Having heard them, the gnome answered.
— We'll pick you up right now, hold on!... just stay there!... - said the boy and he and Aliz rushed towards him. — Hea… - the boy shouted as he exhaled, picking up the gnome.
— I thought I was going to crash and closed my eyes… but I realized that for some reason I was still falling… - commented Gretsbor.
— I warned you that this long-earedy guy can't be trusted… last time it was like that… - Aliz began to grumble angrily.
— We had no choice… What should we do now?... if you were here… - the boy asked worriedly.
— I don’t know, I just closed my eyes and fell... fell for a long time… - Aliz answered confused.
— And where are we falling? where is the end of this hole? - Gretsbor interrupted them.
— Last time it was where we were Wonderland… And now we are falling somewhere further… - Aliz answered.
The darkness that surrounded them suddenly began to recede, light began to leak from the abyss below, illuminating the entire space around them. Reflections of objects that were hidden in the darkness began to be seen, the boy was a little taken aback by this, because all the household furniture and more were flying around in the vicinity. Wardrobes, beds, cabinets and much more incomprehensible, all sorts of luminous equipment and things that he had never seen before.
— Where does all this stuff come from?... - Looking around, the boy asked.
— I don’t know, maybe all these things are from the memories of everyone who was here… - Aliz answered and looked down and suddenly a sideboard flew out from somewhere.
— Look out!... - Aliz shouted, they having formed a crowd, moved sharply to the side.
— There are more and more of them!!!... - the gnome noticed and in addition to large stuff, small ones began to fly at them, dishes, toys, telephones and those same little glowing devices. All the objects seemed to hang in the air, like in water and slowly flew apart.
— Aaaahhh!!!… - Aliz started screaming again, covering her face and began to defend herself, the others followed her and also began to take cover. The boy barely managed to fight off the objects and didn’t notice how a push-button telephone flew into his face a white ringing device that hit him on the head, after which he screamed in mild pain: — Aaaaaaayyy damn!… - The phone slowly flew to the side, and from her the tube flew off and moved in the opposite direction, a voice familiar to the boy came from the pipe: — I love you Jaen!... (noise: - ttttshhhh!!!)... And I really miss you, sunny… I want to be with you... (noise: - ttttshhh!!!)
— What!!!???... - the boy asked in surprise and then thought and said to himself: - Who is Jaen? Or what does it mean? And this voice is familiar to me... Jaen?!... Does this mean my name or did she call me that affectionately?...
(noise: - skrrr)
— Yeahh, they are good, but I am a fucking whore… Because, you will always blame me for everything…
(noise: - skrrr)
A sharp pain pierced the boy's head, he grabbed it, covering his entire face with his elbows and suddenly the pain subsided. He couldn't understand what was happening to him, only one thought was spinning in my head: - what was that and when will it all end!!! And then suddenly everything stopped, small stuff were left behind: — What's wrong with you? Are you okay?... - Aliz asked the boy.
— I don't know… Again some fragments of vision, as like all this is memories and it's very familiar to me… - the boy answered.
— Pull yourself together!!! We need you to stay with us!... - Aliz grabbed the boy and began to bring him to his senses.
— I will try!... - the boy answered.
The calm did not last long, huge unknown objects began to appear in the distance. The first thing that approached them was a huge bookshelf the size of an entire wall.
— We need to separate, otherwise we'll crash into it… - Aliz immediately realized.
— Okay! We'll separate on the count of three… - Gretsbor commanded, then they started counting together: — One, two, three!!!
— Let's go!!!... - shouted Gretsbor…
They flew in different directions, flying around the shelf, smaller objects appeared behind it, car, bed, table. The car moved towards the boy, the remaining two items went to Elise and Gretsbor. The guy swerved to the side to avoid the car, as he flew past, there was a grinding sound in my ears again, he grabbed his ears, the noise disappeared again. Looking back at the car he saw two images appear, He barely saw what seemed to him to be familiar features on the girl, dark hair, dark skin, brown eyes and it was impossible to see the second one, she kissed with a dark stranger. The girl saw how he looked at her and said: — I'm sorry, Jaen… It's not my fault... I couldn't do anything… - then she laughed loudly: — Hahaha!...
A sharp screeching sound hit the boy's ears again, causing him to scream in pain: — NNNOOO!!!… YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, BUT YOU DIDN'T!!!... - The ringing in my ears only got worse, meanwhile, Aliz and Gretsbor easily dodged their objects, Aliz from the double bed, Gretsbor from the kitchen table. Aliz saw the boy falling in a crumpled, as like a waterdrop shape and a big piano flies towards him, she shouted to him: — Watch out boy!!!... - But he didn't hear her, she decided to jump up to him to save him, but then Gretsbor grabbed her hand: — What are you doing? You can't save him, you won't make it!... - he shouted to her.
— Let me go!!!... - she shouted back at him, kicking him and moving towards the boy and the gnome flew away in an unknown direction. She flew towards the boy, but the piano flew towards him faster, she started shouting at him: — Hhheeeyyy!!!... Wake up!!! Hhheeeyyy yyyooouuu!!!... - the boy didn't hear her, the noise in his ears only got worse, flashes of fragments from life occurred in his eyes, only he didn't understand whose, everything was familiar and at the same time alien, the girl's voice kept spinning in his head: — I love you Jaen… (noise: -sssskkkkrrr) Hahaha…(noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Why are you looking at me like that hm?… (noise: -ssskkkkrrr) Is it really you? Where is your blue handkerchief?…
— SHUT UUUPPP!!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU ANYMORE!!!… GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!... - he shouted at the top of his lungs and opened up to his full height.
The musical instrument was getting closer and closer, Aliz realized that there was no point in screaming, the only thing she could do was push him away. She accelerated her flight by grouping herself into a needle shape, she pressed hands to her hips and straightened her legs with her toes together: — Auhhh…- they both screamed from the collision, she crashed into the boy, hitting him in the chest with her shoulder, they managed to avoid the brunt of the piano's blow, but not completely, the piano key cover anyway touched Aliz's legs and groin. The blow sent her flying away from the boy. He came to his senses and the only thing he managed to see and hear was her screaming:
— Boyyyyyyy!!! Aaaaahhhh!!!... - before she fell into the bright light, which seemed like the bottom of a hole, but it turned out that this bright light did not have a solid surface. The boy shouted back: — Aliz!!!... - and he rushed after her, entering this light. There was a flickering in his eyes, he closed his eyes, then there was a rumble of thunder and a whistle. The noise of the flickering became more frequent, the boy started screaming out of fear: — Aaahhh!!!... - a sharp explosion… and suddenly complete silence ‘ - is it really all over? there are no noises or explosions…’ the boy thought to himself… absolute calm… The guy realized that he was lying on something soft and warm ' - how strange, I seemed to be falling and didn’t feel how I landed…' He felt so good lying there that he didn't want to open his eyes. ‘ - I don't want to get up and go somewhere…’ He lay there for an unknown amount of time and then he felt something tickling his back and heels: — Hahaha!!!... Mmmm... Jaen I feel ticklish… Jaen!!!... The boy opened his eyes and turned around, it was just the wind tickling him with sand. ' - I remembered that face, that girl in the car, I know her, I remember her, I remember how I loved her, but I don't remember her name…
— Where am I now?... in the desert?... Where the hell did I end up again… - He stood up and couldn't understand where he was. — Where are my clothes?... Why am I only wearing pants and a torn shirt?… - he was surprised. — And where is everyone else?... Alizz!!!!... EAlizz!!!... Gretborg!!!... Gretborg!!!!.... Where the hell are you guys?... Damn!!!!... - he shouted in despair and anger… What surprised him most was his surroundings: — What strange sand is around?... so blue like sea water… Why didn't I notice it right away… - a completely different picture opened up before him. — I didn’t think this could happen… Wow what?... What is shining…- For the first time he saw blue sand with a pink sheen. A path formed from the pink hue, beckoning him to follow it, and he did. In the distance he noticed some kind of building, the boy decided to come closer, It turned out to be a stone arch with beautifully carved patterns and drawings; in the center of the top there was a symbol of a snake.
The Rabbit Hole
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to be continued

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The Cursed Suitcase

One day, the da#πed SUITCASE accidentally appeared at the door of the high school,
Well, the stupid schoolchildren, as always, mistook this SUITCASE for the Math teacher’s Suitcase, decided to troll him, they s#¢t in the case, everyone took turns...
After that the horrors began… Every night the ghost 👻 of £@#ing communism began to haunt them and takes them away one by one. At first he only watched them, then the eye peeked out from the toilet hole from time to time, then you can hear a whisper from the toilet with comments “Hey you! What are you doing there? What are you s@#£ting here! What the £@#k! Are you £@#|{in dum£@$s?”… Having brought the teenager to the required condition (usually this takes three days), on the last night he takes the victim, coming out of the toilet with a Sickle and a Hammer and in a classic suit, a black jacket and trousers, and he looks so much like a small old man, bald… And if you ask his name... asking who are you demon? Then he will scream with a terrifying screem: I am not a DEMON for you!!! Then he takes the da#&3d one with him… People say there is only one way to get rid of a curse, pass it on to someone else. To do this, you just need to s@#t in someone else's toilet)))... 👻⚰️☠️🌃👹👾💀🍬🍭🎃🕷️🕸️🖤🕯️🕵🏻‍♂️🕵🏻‍♀️🦇

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Kuwait_Jaen

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Catharsis TheoryA simple explanation of the theory of Catharsis. Let's try a simple thought experiment.Imagine that you have a large sheet of paper, which stretches endlessly into the distance in all directions.And draw a dot on it, let's say that this dot is your fictional character named Jimmy, so let this dot be called simply “J”. Now draw another point where his first events and movements will be where you think Jim will follow. Call the event or its first journey the point “W” (Way) draw a line between these two points from J to W. This is now his first conscious journey or not? Let's say Jimmy didn't want to go to point W, but instead he wanted to go to another point, let's say it's called W1, maybe even to another point W2. Draw other points W next to them and label them with an additional number, so as not to get confused, until all the W points are around Jimmy, forming a circle or spiral. Now connect each point W to a point J. In the end you will see all possible variations of paths, where Jimmy would want to go. You see all his possible locations, along with the time and events where it is. And each variation of point W can continue to develop further according to the same principle, becoming from a simple W to WW and adding letters and numbers to itself ad infinitum. Until all his possible events where he can be, will not fill the entire endless sheet, becoming a labyrinth, a Catharsis. Now imagine that you are a creature for whom time does not exist, but not for Jimm. You can watch for Jimm, for any period of his time. From his birth, growing up and death. Yes, for him it will seem like the end, but not for you, you can always watch his story again. Only this time, follow him when he chooses a different option for the development of his life. And so you can watch him endlessly, but the result is the same, you know where this will all lead, you know how will he end, that he will die anyway, no matter what he would choose. For him, his choice will make sense, for you it is just an illusion invented for him. Because no matter how many times Jimmy would have lived his life and no matter what he would have chosen. He will never know what it would be, if he would have acted differently? Cuz, his memory will always be erased with each cycle and he will never be able to change the choice he has made. Yes, his brain is too weak and small, to remember all his cycles and every choice what he made. And most importantly, that all variations, events, times, locations and movements are actually happening to him simultaneously. He is like an electron everytime and everywhere, always be in superposition, but not he himself, not his consciousness, is unable to comprehend or digest the large flow of endless information. Because he's just a small, fictional, ordinary character. For whom there is time and death. The only thing left for him is a choice, choose which event is very bright and valuable for him to remember it. Without realizing it, his consciousness makes a choice for him, deciding everything in seconds, to fill a small void in his head. Thus, his brain builds one line of life that stretches forward, this makes it easier for him to remember everything. But the brain can't go back to correct its mistakes, because it's not designed for that. He is like a bullet from a pistol, he can only fly forward, but not back. For his brain as well as for himself, the world will seem three-dimensional, round, deep, but not for you. For you, he is a simple character drawn on paper and beyond the sheet of paper it has nowhere to go. If the world seems like a sphere to him, then for you it will be an ordinary circle or spiral. This is Jimmy's whole life #MetaTheory #MetaThings #MetaVerse #NFTCommmunity #MetaLife

Catharsis Theory

A simple explanation of the theory of Catharsis.
Let's try a simple thought experiment.Imagine that you have a large sheet of paper, which stretches endlessly into the distance in all directions.And draw a dot on it, let's say that this dot is your fictional character named Jimmy, so let this dot be called simply “J”. Now draw another point where his first events and movements will be where you think Jim will follow. Call the event or its first journey the point “W” (Way) draw a line between these two points from J to W. This is now his first conscious journey or not? Let's say Jimmy didn't want to go to point W, but instead he wanted to go to another point, let's say it's called W1, maybe even to another point W2. Draw other points W next to them and label them with an additional number, so as not to get confused, until all the W points are around Jimmy, forming a circle or spiral. Now connect each point W to a point J. In the end you will see all possible variations of paths, where Jimmy would want to go. You see all his possible locations, along with the time and events where it is. And each variation of point W can continue to develop further according to the same principle, becoming from a simple W to WW and adding letters and numbers to itself ad infinitum. Until all his possible events where he can be, will not fill the entire endless sheet, becoming a labyrinth, a Catharsis.
Now imagine that you are a creature for whom time does not exist, but not for Jimm. You can watch for Jimm, for any period of his time. From his birth, growing up and death. Yes, for him it will seem like the end, but not for you, you can always watch his story again. Only this time, follow him when he chooses a different option for the development of his life. And so you can watch him endlessly, but the result is the same, you know where this will all lead, you know how will he end, that he will die anyway, no matter what he would choose. For him, his choice will make sense, for you it is just an illusion invented for him. Because no matter how many times Jimmy would have lived his life and no matter what he would have chosen. He will never know what it would be, if he would have acted differently? Cuz, his memory will always be erased with each cycle and he will never be able to change the choice he has made. Yes, his brain is too weak and small, to remember all his cycles and every choice what he made. And most importantly, that all variations, events, times, locations and movements are actually happening to him simultaneously. He is like an electron everytime and everywhere, always be in superposition, but not he himself, not his consciousness, is unable to comprehend or digest the large flow of endless information. Because he's just a small, fictional, ordinary character. For whom there is time and death. The only thing left for him is a choice, choose which event is very bright and valuable for him to remember it. Without realizing it, his consciousness makes a choice for him, deciding everything in seconds, to fill a small void in his head. Thus, his brain builds one line of life that stretches forward, this makes it easier for him to remember everything. But the brain can't go back to correct its mistakes, because it's not designed for that. He is like a bullet from a pistol, he can only fly forward, but not back. For his brain as well as for himself, the world will seem three-dimensional, round, deep, but not for you. For you, he is a simple character drawn on paper and beyond the sheet of paper it has nowhere to go. If the world seems like a sphere to him, then for you it will be an ordinary circle or spiral. This is Jimmy's whole life
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Kuwait_Jaen

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Locked Room Of Rust Cohle

They were glad to die… not immediately, no, only at the last moment… and obvious relief… because they were afraid, and then for the first time they saw how easy it is to end fear. They saw in the last split second… who they were… saw how they played out the whole drama themselves, which was just a pitiful mixture of arrogance and lack of will… But with this can end it, realize that it was not worth holding on to that life… just let it go… Realize that all your love and hate, memory and pain are all one and the same things… this is all one dream… the dream you had in a locked room… The dream that you were a man

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Kuwait_Jaen

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Catharsis
Of
Rust Cohle
For us, time seems linear, but for them, beings of other dimensions and worlds, time simply does not exist… Cuz it seems to us that everything grows and develops and everything goes somewhere, dies… For them, time and space are just flat paper and everything that is on, it is in superposition… and our weak consciousness can comprehend only a few events from infinity creating the illusion of one line, driving like a car along the track along the memories remembered by a fragment in the labyrinth of Catharsis… And like a squirrel in a wheel we run somewhere over again and again, reliving one and the one life… for us the world seems like a sphere... but for them... it's just a circle…

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Kuwait_Jaen

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The Cure for LazinessI think everyone faces this problem of 'Laziness'. When urgent matters or the most important ones are somehow put aside in a drawer ‘I’ll do it tomorrow or later’ as a result, days, weeks, months pass. Have you ever wondered what is the reason for this behavior in yourself? What is wrong with me? In this article I will try to briefly explain some of the reasons for the origin of ‘Laziness’. And how to find a cure for it.What is wrong with me?I want to describe a couple of the main reasons for the origin of laziness, based solely on my experience. So, everything rewritten below may not correspond to your realities.Reason N°1Psychological Condition.It may include various factors, ranging from feelings of dissatisfaction to depression. In my case, it’s just a feeling of unsatisfactoriness and depression, take the example of my previous post ‘Meme Morning’. I put a lot of effort and soul into this song in order to make someone laugh and somehow illuminate these gray everyday life. But many ignored it. Because no one gives a s$#t about it and they are not interested in it. Of course, I don’t blame anyone, but creative activity always requires a return, if it is not there, then it develops a feeling of worthlessness and loneliness and thereby leads to depression. But I’m a strong guy and I try not to pay attention to such things. (Although you should be ashamed and read the previous post, when you have some time for this and smile ;))Reason N°2Physical Condition.This is also one of the most important factors. Perhaps one of the reasons for your laziness is due to low hormones. Of course, what is the consequence of such a fall? There may also be various reasons for this. From lack of sleep to various diseases. But basically, if you feel healthy but exhausted, it may be due to lack of vitamins. Reason N°3Dream.One of the last reasons may be a simple lack of sleep. Sleep is the most important and necessary process in our life. And its lack greatly affects our body and our psychology.Reason N°4OvereatingAnd the last and most important thing in my opinion is overeating or heavy food. Many people don't diet and many, including myself, are seduced by food marketing and advertising. Yes, food makes us temporarily happy. But when taking a heavy meal, for example, eating something with beef, then our body needs some time and effort to assimilate it. Typically, the body requires a lot of energy to digest heavy food in order to dissolve it into the necessary components. It is because of this that you are drawn to sleep after you have eaten and this is also the reason for laziness, because for any action, even creative, you need the energy that went into digesting food.The cure for lazinessHow can you get rid of laziness?There are four ways to do this in my opinion. 1. If it's psychological condition,, then you should contact a specialist, it's meaning the doctor, perhaps they will be able to get to the bottom of the truth of evil and will help you deal with it. 2. If yours is related to a physical condition, for example, a lack of vitamins or something else. Then you should also consult a doctor. Perhaps they will prescribe you a complex of vitamins that you will need to drink and improvements come the next day. That’s I know from my experience 3. If the first two methods require a financial contribution. Then method 3 is purely related to your discipline. Learn to stick to a daily routine, cuz, perhaps lack of sleep is the root of all evil. After all, fatigue accumulates in our body and if it reaches a critical peak, the consequences may be different. And laziness is one of the symptoms of fatigue of the whole body. 4. Stick to your diet, It’s not for nothing that they say that you think better on an empty stomach. I try to eat once a day, well, of course, considering that I weigh 180.7 lbs. Then for me this is quite enough. Of course, I'm not going to convince you to eat a little bit, but at least stick to a diet.My MethodologyWhat methods do I use? I would like to tell you a couple of my techniques. How can you get rid of laziness?Little workoutWhen you start your day, start it with a little workout. For example, do Star Jumps or just reach for the ceiling with your arms up, standing on tiptoes or find your exercise where all muscle groups will be involved as much as possible. Do them no more than 3-5 minutes, because it helps good blood circulation in your body from toes to head. This also greatly contributes to a good mood and productivity in any work.Coffee Napp If you feel tired and lazy, then just drink a cup of coffee. Then try to sleep for exactly 20 minutes, but no more. Otherwise you will fall asleep for the whole day. When you wake up, you should feel a surge of energy to work.Just a couple of minutes and that's it!If Coffee Napp doesn't help, then force yourself to work for just a couple of minutes. Fool yourself with an example like this: If I'll do this now, that’s all! Then I can go home with a pure soul. But If I’ll finish it here, then everything will be real done! And here if I’ll finish here a little bit more, then it’s really willy done. After this work has been done, you yourself will not notice how it is finished or almost finished.Tomorrow someone else will do it or no one will do it for me!And the most motivational advice especially for those who are engaged in creative activities. Imagine that you are doing a job for which several candidates are applying and your only chance to win is to do it first. But if you don’t like to feel the pressure of competition, then remember, no one will do this work for you, of course, you can find someone to do this for you, but the experience he gains will remain with him, not with you. And besides, I think few people will agree to do someone else’s work for free. And lastly, if productivity has awakened in you, then here is your last piece of advice. Don’t try to waste your energy completely, give yourself a little rest. At least 5 minutes, otherwise you will quickly exhaust yourself again, so not yet completed the work. And starting all over again will be very difficult. Just imagine yourself as a boxer in the ring and a very strong opponent stands in front of you. If you beat him up in the first seconds, then this will not give you big advantage, of course, if assuming you are a semi-professional fighter. Use tactics to yourself and your forces. If you don't do this, you will quickly become exhausted and then your opponent will win. So just keep a balance in your work.Well that's all, I told you the techniques that I use myself every day. The main thing is to follow your diet, sleep and performance. Keep a balance between all of this. And all will be well. And remember these are not the advice of a specialist, but of an ordinary working person, so I can't guarantee that they will help you. Have a good working day and productivity everyone.#Metawerse #MetaThings #nftcommunity #Web3 #MetaHealth

The Cure for Laziness

I think everyone faces this problem of 'Laziness'. When urgent matters or the most important ones are somehow put aside in a drawer ‘I’ll do it tomorrow or later’ as a result, days, weeks, months pass. Have you ever wondered what is the reason for this behavior in yourself? What is wrong with me? In this article I will try to briefly explain some of the reasons for the origin of ‘Laziness’. And how to find a cure for it.What is wrong with me?I want to describe a couple of the main reasons for the origin of laziness, based solely on my experience. So, everything rewritten below may not correspond to your realities.Reason N°1Psychological Condition.It may include various factors, ranging from feelings of dissatisfaction to depression. In my case, it’s just a feeling of unsatisfactoriness and depression, take the example of my previous post ‘Meme Morning’. I put a lot of effort and soul into this song in order to make someone laugh and somehow illuminate these gray everyday life. But many ignored it. Because no one gives a s$#t about it and they are not interested in it. Of course, I don’t blame anyone, but creative activity always requires a return, if it is not there, then it develops a feeling of worthlessness and loneliness and thereby leads to depression. But I’m a strong guy and I try not to pay attention to such things. (Although you should be ashamed and read the previous post, when you have some time for this and smile ;))Reason N°2Physical Condition.This is also one of the most important factors. Perhaps one of the reasons for your laziness is due to low hormones. Of course, what is the consequence of such a fall? There may also be various reasons for this. From lack of sleep to various diseases. But basically, if you feel healthy but exhausted, it may be due to lack of vitamins. Reason N°3Dream.One of the last reasons may be a simple lack of sleep. Sleep is the most important and necessary process in our life. And its lack greatly affects our body and our psychology.Reason N°4OvereatingAnd the last and most important thing in my opinion is overeating or heavy food. Many people don't diet and many, including myself, are seduced by food marketing and advertising. Yes, food makes us temporarily happy. But when taking a heavy meal, for example, eating something with beef, then our body needs some time and effort to assimilate it. Typically, the body requires a lot of energy to digest heavy food in order to dissolve it into the necessary components. It is because of this that you are drawn to sleep after you have eaten and this is also the reason for laziness, because for any action, even creative, you need the energy that went into digesting food.The cure for lazinessHow can you get rid of laziness?There are four ways to do this in my opinion. 1. If it's psychological condition,, then you should contact a specialist, it's meaning the doctor, perhaps they will be able to get to the bottom of the truth of evil and will help you deal with it. 2. If yours is related to a physical condition, for example, a lack of vitamins or something else. Then you should also consult a doctor. Perhaps they will prescribe you a complex of vitamins that you will need to drink and improvements come the next day. That’s I know from my experience 3. If the first two methods require a financial contribution. Then method 3 is purely related to your discipline. Learn to stick to a daily routine, cuz, perhaps lack of sleep is the root of all evil. After all, fatigue accumulates in our body and if it reaches a critical peak, the consequences may be different. And laziness is one of the symptoms of fatigue of the whole body. 4. Stick to your diet, It’s not for nothing that they say that you think better on an empty stomach. I try to eat once a day, well, of course, considering that I weigh 180.7 lbs. Then for me this is quite enough. Of course, I'm not going to convince you to eat a little bit, but at least stick to a diet.My MethodologyWhat methods do I use? I would like to tell you a couple of my techniques. How can you get rid of laziness?Little workoutWhen you start your day, start it with a little workout. For example, do Star Jumps or just reach for the ceiling with your arms up, standing on tiptoes or find your exercise where all muscle groups will be involved as much as possible. Do them no more than 3-5 minutes, because it helps good blood circulation in your body from toes to head. This also greatly contributes to a good mood and productivity in any work.Coffee Napp If you feel tired and lazy, then just drink a cup of coffee. Then try to sleep for exactly 20 minutes, but no more. Otherwise you will fall asleep for the whole day. When you wake up, you should feel a surge of energy to work.Just a couple of minutes and that's it!If Coffee Napp doesn't help, then force yourself to work for just a couple of minutes. Fool yourself with an example like this: If I'll do this now, that’s all! Then I can go home with a pure soul. But If I’ll finish it here, then everything will be real done! And here if I’ll finish here a little bit more, then it’s really willy done. After this work has been done, you yourself will not notice how it is finished or almost finished.Tomorrow someone else will do it or no one will do it for me!And the most motivational advice especially for those who are engaged in creative activities. Imagine that you are doing a job for which several candidates are applying and your only chance to win is to do it first. But if you don’t like to feel the pressure of competition, then remember, no one will do this work for you, of course, you can find someone to do this for you, but the experience he gains will remain with him, not with you. And besides, I think few people will agree to do someone else’s work for free. And lastly, if productivity has awakened in you, then here is your last piece of advice. Don’t try to waste your energy completely, give yourself a little rest. At least 5 minutes, otherwise you will quickly exhaust yourself again, so not yet completed the work. And starting all over again will be very difficult. Just imagine yourself as a boxer in the ring and a very strong opponent stands in front of you. If you beat him up in the first seconds, then this will not give you big advantage, of course, if assuming you are a semi-professional fighter. Use tactics to yourself and your forces. If you don't do this, you will quickly become exhausted and then your opponent will win. So just keep a balance in your work.Well that's all, I told you the techniques that I use myself every day. The main thing is to follow your diet, sleep and performance. Keep a balance between all of this. And all will be well. And remember these are not the advice of a specialist, but of an ordinary working person, so I can't guarantee that they will help you. Have a good working day and productivity everyone.#Metawerse #MetaThings #nftcommunity #Web3 #MetaHealth

Kuwait_Jaen

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Meme Morning

How do I start?
When the alarm starts ringing,
like a ears-drilling,
Stupid song… Killing a piece of my soul,
it means it's time to wake up…

Tell me when? this torment will be end,
When I stop dragging my a$s out of bed.
Everyday trying to find suitable pair of soks, paranormal jokes.
kicking to work, chumping coffee on the road.
Maybe I'm tripping in hell

Stumble on my way on roadless streets.
Trying to avoid every puddle and sleets.
But fate has its fun, with each slip and slide. Leaves me wishing I'd just stayed inside

But today…

I don't want! To do this anymore!
Just F@&k that all, shut the door…
Stay in home and lie on the bed,
Till my suffering doesn't end

Yeah I want nothing to do... let my dreams on their own come true…
For now I'll be lie down.. and watch a TV show

Yes I'm a lazy, lazy a$s… but this is the only best a part what I have…
I'll be wait until happiness itself knocks on my window…

how can I earn money for live. Pay bills and loans?

Okay… s@#t!.. here we go again

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Kuwait_Jaen

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Who WE are

Do the things we have determine who we are?
Expensive smartphone, car, computer... do they make us more successful? Happier? There are scientific arguments that everything has consciousness. Theory put forward by Giulio Tononi. He said that if matter has a large amount of connected information, then it has a system, and the system revives its proto-consciousness, and he presented an example of a connection of molecules. Their discussion begins from the moment when the universe appeared, then initially with matter consciousness appeared same time, and to be a little reliable, then its beginnings, that in the end, we are came, out of the final product. But the question is: Do the things we buy change us? Do they have a little bit of soul in them? Or do we animate them ourselves? Do we control them? Or are they us? Does the algorithm know me more than I know myself? Does it see me from the inside?

Do they give us meaning to live? Or are they dragging us into the abyss of madness? Who we are without them? Who would Arthur be without his Excalibur? Who am I without my pain? Sometimes it seems to me that the line when gadgets merged into one with us, has long been passed… And we no longer need to regret or grieve about anything…
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