Border birds. Laete

Death is the only god that always comes to the call. The bird knows this better than others. He brings death with him at the tip of the blade. He is a hired killer, and he was so long ago that there was nothing left. He has no one but internal monsters. He runs from ordering to order so as not to remain alone with himself.

behind the fairy tale, which turns sadly and prosaically. Parting a beautiful prince to be disappointed in beauty. Revealing what actually happened in old legends. Turning around the dummy every time the order is completed, and the alien life is interrupted.

The quiet monsters live inside everyone. It is easy not to notice how they gradually eat the soul from the inside.

What is better - to burn out or disappear? Continue to pretend or admit that everything you know is your own invention?