pulse of life

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Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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They were walking through the city, it was a long way to go, but for them now the very pulse of life was beating, this road did not seem like a road to them, as if they were living now, at last, passing by the stone barracks of the former poor laborers, those whose hands had created everything in the world, past the elegant, like lace houses of the former nobility, from which the nobles would be evicted, all the most beautiful houses would become public houses - theaters, schools, libraries.... and the old noble families, embittered at this injustice, stopped caring for them, and, once shining, these houses now looked dull and haggard, past the frozen parks, which were also no longer cared for. It was unfair, the nobles thought, to take away the houses they had not built and give them to those who had. There was a strange feeling about the world now, as if it were frozen, waiting, and yet the unusual liveliness of its inhabitants drove it on and on.
Vehenta walked and thought that without Katana in the throne room, she would not be walking through the capital like this, not getting drunk, as if from spring joy, from a simple conversation with a nice guy, with whom she was not even in love yet, because there would be nowhere to go for her, nothing to expect from a life in which there was only elbowing others, to climb up some hill, to fence herself off from life with a higher fence and be afraid for the multicolored glasses, so that someone else, who is younger and stronger, who is also pushing, doesn't take them away, to climb up that hill, to throw you down from there. And even if you abandoned the capital, flew to the Islands, lived a simple quiet life and then you wouldn't be left in peace, at any moment a bunch of nobles could fly in, have some fun, with a squad of Battle Wings, kill all the inhabitants and take one of the islands... and that had happened more than once. There was nothing to live for in this world. Before. Before Katana sat on the throne.
And now, Vehenta looked up at the red trees, frozen brightly in the darkness of the evening, like veins filled with blood, but in which the pulse of life was just beginning to beat. She thought that they, these veins and vessels, were beginning to be fed life by the Black Heart of the Overlord. Vehenta smiled, how could it be, what had changed so important that any simple action had become so full of meaning? What had he done, this Overlord with the diamond black gaze and the same black diamond heart.
- Let's go and see the Heart of Kan-Dziru? - Vehenta said to Kore.

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