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#Hi_from_reality

Art&concept by Ol Albireo

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And then a tall thin warrior stood up. His face, like many others', was hidden under a shamakh. He held out his palms and began silently reciting the incantation. A whirlwind of light appeared in the air, there was a loud roar, it smelled of heat, a face gathered from wisps of light and rushed towards the audience with a cry. But the whirlwind pulled the face back in and the whirlwind disappeared.

The next to come out was a graceful warrior, his eyes were also not covered with a cloth. It was clear from her voice that it was a woman.

-Pass the sauce,- a woman from a nearby rug whispered to Saladdin, pointing to a jug on his rug.

Salah started up, carried away by what was happening, thoughtlessly going to fulfill the request. "Don't talk to each other and don't ask each other for anything," interfered warning flashed into his mind. Saladdin slowly turned to the woman and stared at her.

-Sauce,- the woman smiled, pointing to the jug, holding out her hand so deftly that it seemed completely impolite not to serve it.

Light green eyes laughed, and the face was covered with a dark cloth, like almost all children of the sand.

Saladdin remained silent in concentration, looking at the woman, making no attempt to move. He might have looked at her reproachfully, but he was too interested in what would happen next, and he waited.

The woman's face contorted, she quickly and smoothly leaned towards Saladdin, opening her mouth so that it became visible from behind the bandage, but the power of the spell that the reader completed pulled her and several other spirits from the carpets into the sky. Discordant astonished sighs were heard from the guests.

The next caster was quite young. After his spell, the spirits of the desert rose before the eyes of the audience, as if the sand came to life. Luminous in the light of the moon, the silhouettes looked towards the people, their eyes shone in different colors. And although, apart from the spell of the reader, it was quiet in the desert, it seemed that a quiet, sad and solemn melody was playing. The desert spirits looked frightening. It seemed that if this whole army rushed at the people, then the poor people would not be able to cope.

Frey wanted to pull Iska closer to him, but during the spell it was impossible, so he just moved a little closer to him.

The reader finished reading the spell, and the sinister army just silently disappeared.

There were many readers, and it was amazing how many different invisible creatures live here. Several times the spirits tried to deceive people - to give something, to ask for something. Roshach warned the reciters several times between speeches not to talk to each other during the speech and not to fulfill any requests.

Roshach stepped onto the platform, the children of the sand hummed.

-Now they will conjure the genie of dreams,- said Kamal to the children from the palace.

-He is very dangerous,-Fadva said, -he takes on the appearance of a familiar person, feeds on feelings.

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