#Hi_from_reality

Art&concept by Ol Albireo

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He involuntarily exhaled a groan from the sharp hit to his eyes. The thin silver chain struck again and again, but now he was ready. The June downpour slashed with sharp jets everyone whom it could reach with its whip. The man furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure. Why he even went today. But what was left for him? The telegram arrived today. He touched his palm to the pocket where the paper lay. There was no ring finger on the hand.

Where is this house? He remembered the address by heart, and the way to the house too, but in the darkness of the street, lit only by the shining jets of rain, bringing light to the earth from the moon, which peered through the gaps in the clouds, shrank from the damp darkness and hid back, the black, as if charred, house was hard to see.

Stephan Dolesi stopped, peering into the darkness. The silhouette of a house appeared through the wall of rain, and the man nodded. He hoped he would finally be able to reach the end and get what he promised. He just needs to come up and knock. A chill ran down Stefan's back, recalling a waking nightmare from childhood when he couldn't find the right door. Why now? Now, on the contrary, he found the right door.

Stefan stroked his pocket with the telegram once more and knocked.

XXXX

The girl leaned on the table with her palms, silent in mid-sentence.

-Rain, huh?-  she asked uncertainly, although the rain hissed outside the window more than intelligibly.

The man, one of those sitting at the table, sighed. The question did not require an answer. The knock did not repeat. But it seemed to those present at the table that the guest continued to hammer on the door.

-Maybe this time we shouldn't open? - suggested a young beautiful woman.

The girl snorted or sighed loudly.

-We tried, remember?

For a while, everyone was silent, remembering. They had plenty of time. A whole eternity. But for the guest time went straight ahead. At least for now.

Open the door, AlbireoMKG

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