the excitement [Theme] Page 1

noise. This is what you are. Excitement, movement and noise.

Excitement makes people get involved in their own business.

Breakaway.

They threw it in my face.

- This is a hated war.
- Yes, perhaps. And yet, I don't know... there's a certain excitement in that, too. Around the corner every second waits the unknown. In this case, we're both faced with that.
- No, in peacetime we also encounter the unknown.
- You're very prosaic, aren't you?
- Yes. You're very romantic, aren't you?

A damn good feeling!

Sometimes you just need to move on, even if you are nervous and afraid!

My legs are numb, each step is more difficult than the previous one. Steps lead to the dressing room door. I think I'm turning pale. Hands are just icy - I never thought that at the gates of Hell one could freeze like that.

From the surprise you can get so excited that everything feels much worse than it really is.

not guilty of anything.

- What are you even talking about? I was going crazy with anxiety for you! Can you imagine what I had to go through?

- Oh, but life manifests itself not only in pain, there are also pleasant moments in it, even pleasure. - The Princess spoke, feeling the excitement in her soul, realizing that she managed to bring the cyborg to a frank conversation, it seems very bad to him, since he has ceased to control himself. - You said to plunge back into darkness... have you been dying? She caught on.

Istanbul is a fluid city. It's not forever. And nothing is immutable. Probably, it began thousands of years ago, when the ice melted, the sea level rose, flood waters flooded and all known forms of life were destroyed. Probably, the pessimists were the first to escape from here, and the optimists, apparently, decided to stay and see how things would go. Nalan believed that one of the enduring tragedies of human history is that pessimists survive better than optimists, and this, if you think logically, means that humanity carries the genes of those who do not believe in the human race.
Flooding, the waters pressed from all sides, they drowned everything in their path - animals, plants, people. So there was the Black Sea, and the Golden Horn, and the Bosphorus, and the Sea of Marmara. The bay is all around, the waters have created a piece of land on which one day a powerful city grew.
And it still hasn't frozen, their homeland. Closing her eyes, Nalan heard the excitement of the waters under her feet. They rush, whirl, look for something.
Still changing.

No one cares about an unexploded bomb. Only the one that exploded