- I remember a girl... Christina. She lived alone. One day she was walking in the park and suddenly she fell. I saw her from somewhere above, because I...flew up above the trees. Christine was lying on the park path, on the yellow leaves, and people started to gather around her. Then I flew higher and higher, and then... I don't remember anything. All I remember is the white light.

As long as she could remember, Mia had always attracted the attention of others. She was beautiful: straight dark hair, a slightly upturned nose, and big, gray-green eyes. the older she got, the more often she was compared to an elf. Not only that, but after thirteen years, because of this comparison, Mia began to wonder: -Maybe I'm not really from here?

Yet, somehow, in some unfathomable way, her body was moving through this dark tunnel, as if something was pushing it outward. In a panic, she tried to push herself up with her legs to get out quickly, but her legs found no footing.

Every corner of the sky yearns for a patch of blue, but the clouds gather with surprising speed, expanding and swelling into one disproportionately black point, inspiring fear. They come menacingly, advancing and sending a gray color settling over the streetlights, trees, and houses like a sheet.

My name is Veronica, I'm thirty-two years old, I live with my husband Dmitry and two children. In the family where I grew up, I was... not very well-liked, let's call it that. But I'm doing well now. And yet... A few months ago, I started having recurring nightmares. There was a fire. A house on fire that I knew for a fact wasn't mine.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus always has helpers, snowmen elves. But where do they come from? And if they are delinquent children who for their mischief are forever imprisoned in the helpers of the fairy-tale old man. And only a few manage to return to their past lives.

For as long as I can remember, I've been considered strange. It all started with an unusual occurrence. I was almost six years old at the time, and a strange, glowing man came to me at night.

When the climber looked out from his improvised shelter, he saw a settlement or a small town, hidden behind powerful rocks from the outside world. The houses seemed carved into the rocks, and some were built of light gray stone and harmonized amazingly with the surrounding nature. The roofs were so lushly covered with greenery that it seemed as if the city was an extension of the pine forest itself.

First of all, let me introduce myself: Thomas. Yes, that's right, I'm a cat. No one knows exactly what breed I am, but some of my owners' acquaintances think I have a Maine Coon ancestry. The day started off very strangely with Nadia leaving the house. What's so strange about that? And that she left for some event for owners who channel their pets online. Not only that, it was mandatory to come to this event with a pet.

Natasha found an interesting coin and decided to show her friend. Her friend told her that she had a friend. He knows about coins.

The story began with the fact that Valera had a new girl in his class. Her name was Christina, and she was very strange: she was silent and wore only black.

Sonia had been dreaming of a parrot for years, and she had been begging her parents for a parrot for a long time. By the way, Sonia needed not just any parrot, but a parrot that could be taught to talk, or, at least, an older talking parrot that had been left without an owner. And so, finally, Sonia waited, and her parents promised her a parrot, which was to be a birthday present. If they had known where this would lead.....