/DavidRoar of car engine. Classical music playing on the radio. It’s Schuberts piano sonata number 16. Surely this piano gives off some chills, but in a way - it gives a feeling of strife, push for something - as if you’re on your way to a greater manifesto.Road ahead is packed with vehicles - all doing their best to keep up with the flow of traffic. That emerged due to the end of the working day for many.Flood of mechanisms and engines. A hell for the manufacturers and energy consumers. The beauty of the light propellers, the ghastly fear of bad retailers. The advertisements on the side of cars - like battle scars.And what? It’s all possessed or in possession, ownership, discretion of creatures that consume the air, that shit and yell. And stare at you through tanned dyed bodies.A great conveyor belt created marvel - stacked nobodies.Well, maybe somebodies - wearing finest painted, crafted, tailored masks.Put on daily for convenience of interaction, to keep abstraction in the

/Niko“Thun-thun-thun” - I can hear my heartbeat. Feels like I was hit by a ton of bricks - body slowly reacting again, though it hurts.Pang in my head, the silence and the dark that enveloped me crashes down.Familiar buzz of cars in traffic, people chatting, opening and closing of shop doors with the ding - the sounds find me, as I am getting my senses back. Another hard smash on me, as I’m pushing to open my eyes, trying to remember how to breathe.After light of day burns and scorches, as I squint eyes, then slowly open them fully - I get to see a familiar sight of the backstreet. A pub called “The Glassblower” and food place “The Warwick”. The life of Piccadilly Circus greets me.Ah, yes, the madness of the endless buzz of the big city. The loud loneliness in the crowd and the quiet shout in the empty street. It’s back alright.After a moment of recollecting the map of the city in my head, I turn to my right, making my way through the back streets to reach Covent Garden. Have a

/AdrianThe loud sound of crayon scraping the floor downstairs made the young mother wake up early in the morning and go check the ruckus in the living room.“Adrian! Not again!” – She exclaimed as she saw the new drawings of strange geometrical obscenities on the living room floor.Boy, aged 11, was fully taken over by what he was doing. He would not stop at anything until he would finish this strange map of sorts. It looked like some outer space architecture drop-out, rather than a drawing - if you pay a bit more attention to it.Mother rushed to Adrian. She grabbed him tight and hugged him, but he, with all might, kept on trying to escape to continue. He seemed obsessed. His mother would often say that he was “Possessed by some sort of a demon that made him do this.”Doctors would come and go - trying to figure out this strange occurrence. Yet not a single one had the answer why every third night boy would go and draw, with no memory of his actions he’d silently go back to sleep.“

/ErickEyes were warmly greeted with familiar sights. The changes were obvious, as many years have passed, but this city I will always recognise.Sun warmed the air, brightening up the day even more. Typical streets of Amereq were crafted of stone. Smooth, great for travel, yet slight texture wouldn’t let your carriage slip off. The great beauty of this city left me in awe every time. Walking through, towards my known destination was a challenge, due to changes, but in my gut - I knew where it still stood.Passing by houses of stone - sand coloured, with great decorated windows, flower pots near entrances and doors with gardenias and petunias blooming. Eyes catching the sight of small bushes of yellow and green leaves. Stray cats crossing streets graciously, not even bothered by carriages or city folk.Fine looking ladies and gentlemen - fancily dressed and acting spoiled. There’s a lot of half-armour dressed “knights” with weapons at their side. Then you can see some drunks sleeping

/ElyonThe high trees and their branches reach towards the sky, dividing it, so full of strength, giving off the light. Strange creatures in this place lurked everywhere. Little beings crawl on the leaves, the fairies that fly around rustling flowers and leaving traces of starry dust behind. All this seemed like a part from a movie or dream that is too real and too vivid.I got up, wobbled a bit, before gaining my footing. It felt like my feet were jelly and my body was made of wet cotton. What is this?Ahead was a path, leading somewhere. Unsure of what was going on, I took a few steps ahead, then bumped into something, almost tripping over.Looking down I saw a fairy-creature standing opposite me. This fairy was barely one metre tall, looking like a child, watching me with her blue-green eyes, her wings fluttering on her back.“You!” – Angrily spoke fairy, hands on hips, eyes squinting.“Me?” – I pointed at myself with a finger in surprise.“For as far as I see - you’re the only int