There was once a boy, his name was Tomas. He had a dog, Rex.

The boy had hair as red as cherries, his eyes

green like emeralds and his face full of freckles. While the dog on the other hand, had black fur, as dark as a
deadly nights sky and his eyes full of mystery.

It was another regular day. The boy was leaving for school. But then the dog ran downstairs, Tomas was
already gone. It was a bad sign. They‘d always say goodbye to eachother. And this time they didn‘t.

Then the boy came to school it seemed strange. The hallways were empty and silent. As they boy went
further inside he noticed the teachers lurring in the shadows, filling the corners with their whispers. They
were wearing black dresses and cloaks.

After Tomas saw them, he wanted to ask them what was happening. But then the bell rang and he went to
his lesson.

When he sat down to his chair, the teacher came. But she wasn‘t alone. The other ones were walking
behind her too. They had candles in their arms. The one in the middle, math teacher, spoke:

- today will either be the beggining for everything, or an end for us all.

And so with those words Tomas passed out. Further he woke up, but he wasn‘t in his classroom anymore.
He was in a dark forest, mammoths running around, rabbits with theirs carrots in their mouths. He was
scared. He was even more scared, when he heard his parents.

Afterwards he woke up in his bed.

- Tomas wake up! You‘re going to be late for school!

Soon after he woke up, he put his school books in to his backpack, And left for school.

But Tomas is still traumatised after that dream.

Moral of the story – don‘t oversleep school or you‘ll dream horrific nightmares.

Kai ji mane paliko, aš miriau. Jos artumas buvo vienintelis dalykas, kuris mane palaikė gyvą. Ji buvo mano
šviesa tamsoje, vaivorykštė po audros, ugnis širdyje. Ji buvo mano viltis. Tačiau jos nebeliko. Ji mane išdavė
su Putinu. Dabar aš išduosiu juos. Aš priversiu juos kentėti ir mėgausiuosi tuo.

Man jau seniai patiko smurtas, kraujas ir skausmas. Tačiau dabar juo ir gyvenu. Jis mano kraujyje. Man
nebereikia šviesos tamsoje, nes aš ir esu tamsa. Aš nieko nebejaučiu tik keršto ir galios malonumą.
Gyvenimas neturi tikslo, todėl aš jį susikursiu. Aš nužudysiu Putiną ir visus Rusus. Aš kankinsiu Kamilę tol,
kol ji maldaus pas mane sugrįžti.

Kai ji mane paliko, aš miriau... ir prisikėliau.