Sweden, 2047. Elle, a researcher, speaks out against a mining project due to the appearance of a new fungus species.

In the Sistine Chapel sits an old man. His eyes fixed on Michelangelo's painting. He knows it soon is time; time for his last judgment.

Dive into the depths of the sea and discover the captivating tale of Буря and هاله as they dance through the storm waves.

And the flame answered her call. Leaves burst into dust and ashes.

Captain Anatoly visits comrade Allan for advice aboard Burya 4.

In a dystopian-like city, how does a sex worker go on to live her life under the norms of tradition?

A story filled with impressions of a day fading into night and the liveliness of a warm summer's night.

Life in the village is all about strategy, if you are smart you can lessen your workload. It’s not just out of laziness...

Memory is fleeting and all the more with age, yet some memories remain in this short story.

"Momma bear rested on the branch, a few centimeters from the leaves, but it was time for her to rest."

"At first glance, it seemed as if everything was as it had always had been and as it always would be."—A story of climate change.

Kolya makes a strange discovery in this part of our story series titled "Matryoshka of the Sea".

"She spoke of times long gone, times before her days on this placid land, she spoke of Gaia, the goddess below..." Wolven Path continues.

"Listen!" he whispered and paused. He traced the the sunflowers that were growing on the canvas. But there was nothing to listen to.

Four scavengers and four dogs, a prophecy and a journey, and wolves howling as events spiral out of control.

“I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t even have a job, yet.” “You needn’t much,” it replied. “Just tell me a story."

Burya 4 continues with the captain having a strange and unsettling experience.

"They hung suspended in darkness. Palm touching palm, skin against bone." - The final part of Refractions.

"I'm in love with my neighbor. Not always and not everywhere, just in the evening, when the world is hidden in darkness and I see her."

"In the evenings, the mist would rise. Children cried and even dogs trembled and howled in their sleep. People died, deprived of sleep."