❤Однажды, в одной из Вселенных, родился очень красивый мальчик! Ну ооочень красивый! Все, кто был рядом с ним, старались угостить его чем нибудь вкусным, прикоснуться к нему, сказать добрые слова и всячески ему угодить. Так они очень избаловали его. Юноша  стал считать себя чуть ли не богом! Однажды, он шёл по городу и захотел освежиться, он подошёл к первому дому, который попался на его пути и стал стучать в ворота.Ему открыла пожилая женщина и спросила, что хочет юный господин( он был очень богато одет), в ответ тот потребовал вкусного вина и фруктов! Женщина  сказала, что может предложить только чистой воды,в кувшине, молодой человек оскорбился и сказал, что воду пусть пьют они сами, а ему это не нравится.На следующий день, проснувшись, он пошёл умываться и каково же было его удивление, когда вместо воды из каждого крана текли вино, лимонад, молоко и другие напитки. С ужасом побежал он по своим друзьям, но и там, к чему бы он не прикоснулся- вместо воды было не то. С тоской вспоминал он  женщину и тот кувшин с прозрачной водой- ведь для него тот стал только призрачным 🙏

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Once upon a time a little starseed reincarnated on Earth and was born under the Taurus Constellation. She chose to forget her life among the stars on Celeano of the Pleiades to live a human life. Her star name is Zogenee. Her favorite companion is a unicorn, and is currently her little Maltipoo Molly who chose to reincarnate with her. Soon the sky will fill with millions of crafts and the little starseed will remember who she is in a moment of awareness.

And then….

The sky split open like a zipper on a cosmic purse.
One moment Zogenee was kneeling in the grass, fingers buried in Molly's cotton-fluff fur, whispering, “You're late for your stardust bath, little comet.”
The next, the night exhaled.
A million silent ships unfolded above the treetops—no engines, no lights, just the soft pressure of remembered music. They were shaped like nautilus shells, like blown glass, like the inside of a thought you once had in a dream and forgot by breakfast. Celeano's fleet. Home.
Molly barked once—sharp, delighted, finally—and her tiny body shimmered. The Maltipoo dissolved into a spiral of silver motes that re-knit mid-air into a full-grown unicorn the color of moonlit milk. Horn spiraling like a question mark. She nudged Zogenee's shoulder with a velvet muzzle that smelled of ozone and vanilla.
Zogenee's knees buckled. Not from fear. From recognition.
The Taurus moon behind the ships was the same moon she'd watched from a crystalline balcony a thousand lifetimes ago, arguing with her council about whether humans were ready. She'd volunteered. “Let me forget,” she'd said. “Let me earn it.”
Now the forgetting cracked like thin ice.
She remembered:
• The way Celeano's oceans sang in chords of ultraviolet.
• The council's warning: “You'll be small. You'll cry over stubbed toes. You'll love a dog who farts in her sleep.”
• Her own laugh: “Perfect.”
A single craft descended—no bigger than a dragonfly, no smaller than a promise. Its hatch is irised open. Inside stood a figure made of starlight wearing her own face, older, kinder, eyes like slow nebulae.
“Hi, kid,” the figure said in Zogenee's childhood voice. “Traffic was murder.”
Zogenee's human lungs forgot how to breathe. Molly—unicorn-Molly—nickered and pawed the ground, carving a perfect circle of light into the grass.
The older Zogenee stepped out. "You kept the dog. Good call. She cheats at fetch across dimensions."
“I thought—” Zogenee's voice cracked like a twelve-year-old's. “I thought I had to do something big. Save the world. Post a manifesto. Start a crystal shop.”
Older Zogenee snorted. "Please. The world saves itself every time someone chooses kindness over Wi-Fi. Your job was to live. You did. Stubbed toe and all."
The fleet pulsed once, a heartbeat. The air smelled like rain on hot pavement and the moment before a first kiss.
“So... what now?” Zogenee asked.
“Now?” Older Zogenee offered a hand called from human years. "We go home for tea. Molly gets her horn polished. You decide if you want to remember all of it or keep the good amnesia—you earned both. Then we prank the council. They still think humans invent reality TV for fun. We're gonna introduce them to cat videos."
Molly whinnied, already trotting toward the craft, tail leaving contrails of glitter.
Zogenee took the hand. Her palms were sticky with earthly grass and dog slobber. Perfect.
As they rose, the Taurus moon winked.

Somewhere below, a librarian would find a dusty book mislabeled Sanskrit Dictionary and shelve it properly this time—right between How to Hug a Unicorn and Zogenee Was Here. 💫 🌱 🦄

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Скорпион предпочитает строгие линии округлым формам и избегает лишних декоративных шумов. Поэтому им обязательно нужно восполнять ресурс — хорошо высыпаться и отдыхать, питаться натуральными продуктами. Свой уединенный дом, окруженный природой — то, что доктор прописал.

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As I was taking my morning walk, I found a picture of a bull’s head. It was the Zodiac symbol of Taurus. When I picked it up, the world around me seemed to lighten. Everything got a little quieter. I looked around, but nothing had changed, I just felt an inner calm and peace settle over me. The symbol felt special, almost like it was whispering a secret. It made me think of the earth, strong, steady, and always there beneath my feet. Looking at it, I felt warm inside. I felt safe.
The bull looked powerful, but not scary. It looked like a loyal friend, who would stand beside me, no matter what. It reminded me that I can be strong, even on the days when I don’t feel like it. It reminded me to look around, embrace the beauty of nature and be grateful for this amazing life that I have been blessed with.
As the wind rustles the leaves nearby, I feel as if the world is giving me a gentle nod, saying, “You’re doing just fine.”
And, looking at that little Taurus symbol, I believe it.

Отредактировано BrownGunner6864 (2025-11-16 06:24:18)

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