The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
The romance of the apocalypse. the end of the worldThe romance of the Apocalypse. The end of the world
The wolf of the industrial zone, the warrior of the urban slumsThe wolf of the industrial zone, the warrior of the urban slums
Nature painted the field with bright colors at dawnNature painted the field with bright colors at dawn
The huntress found herself in a fabulous fantasy city in the middle of a misty forestThe huntress found herself in a fabulous fantasy city in the middle of a misty forest
The road in the forest is beautiful in the morningThe road in the forest is beautiful in the morning