Game: League of Dreamers

My life is like an ocean with an oil spill. Good people can come and fish out this misunderstanding, or they can say on the news that nature has been saved and leave everything as it is. I don’t know what kind of people are in my head: good or bad.

But I am drowning in the darkness of my sinful soul.

- What is magic to me in comparison with you? What is eternity versus the opportunity to live life with your loved ones? It's not even an equal exchange. If it turns out this way, then I will owe fate much more than I give.

Since then, at the request of Thunder, Sun and Sky, whenever her husband gets angry, the Rainbow Fairy calms him down with her beautiful dance. And peace comes on earth...

I will never tire of being amazed at how long this useless, stupid feeling - hope - lives in people. How rarely she makes excuses, but into what jungle she pushes...

I don’t know how it happened, Jane Hunter, but our paths are too closely intertwined. And no matter how hard I try to slow down, I only rush faster towards a pool from which I can no longer get out.

Not everything in this life you need to keep under your control. Rely on me. At least once. Sometimes you need to be able to rely on those who are nearby.

Unfortunately, misfortunes do not ask when they will arrive at your doorstep.

Fate is not always favorable to us, but what makes us strong is how we can withstand its blow. It doesn’t matter whether you are a mortal man or the King of Kings. Everyone is equal before fate.

Remember one thing, Scarlett: you won’t be able to run away from yourself for long. Demons can get ahead of you when it's too late.

Each person carries his own history and wounds, but this does not make him less beautiful or unworthy of love and attention.

- Unfortunately, I understand. A very problematic feeling. It would have been better without him.

Sometimes it seemed to her that Walter liked this most of all - long conversations, similar to wandering in the thicket of a forest. When, no matter what path you choose, you still won’t find a way out. When, trying not to go astray, you only get stuck deeper in the swampy soil.

Miss Hunter, revenge is like ink. If you pour it into your heart, it will completely saturate it. As far as I can see, black spots have already appeared on yours.