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Arlecchino was mesmerized, running his finger over the smooth surface of the crystal, which shimmered in his palm with a soft bluish light. He sat on the floor, surrounded by countless glass flasks, gilded books, and strange artifacts whose purpose he could only guess at. - You've got quite a museum here, Pierrot - he said admiringly, squinting his only visible eye. - How long do you have to collect everything to fill the tables and shelves like this?Pierrot, lazing in a ch...

Sunlight slid across the glass roofs of Crystal City, flooding the streets with soft light. The morning of Humanity's Day had arrived, and the city was filled with movement: plumiis dressed in their best outfits, spreading the scents of berry desserts and fruit drinks, painting souvenir human figures, preparing for the annual celebration.Cytherea ran her palm over the light veil on her head, checking to see if the fabric was well arranged. Carefully smoothing the dress and adjusti...

The silence of the library was unbearable.   Arlecchino sat at his desk, absent-mindedly fiddling with his quill. The papers in front of him remained blank, his thoughts jumbled. He sighed, tapped his finger on the tabletop, and glanced at the tall bookshelves. Boring.   He'd come here with the intention of working-or at least giving the appearance of working. But, as always, his mind drifted toward something more entertaining.  ...

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Assignment On a sunny Monday morning, the office began as usual: the light noise of keys, the clinking of cups filled with morning drinks, and the muffled laughter of coworkers. Mocha had just finished counting the papers on another project when Latte leaned over her desk with a dazzling smile.- Good morning, sunshine, - Latte said softly, as if purring.Mocha, flinching slightly in surprise, turned around.- G...

The small body wakes up with the first glimmer of light through the window of the city alcove. This morning is a special day: the Solstice lies ahead, an event that even the kazuli feel as something important, though they can't always explain why. The city around wakes up with a distinctive noise: the rumble of traffic, the roll call of birds on rooftops, and the sound of water running through the grooves along the streets.Adiantum stretches out his supple body, feeling the slight...

The city was shining. The light of the polar day played on the facades of the buildings, covering them with warm gold, as if the walls themselves were dancing in anticipation of the feast. The main square was crowded: the plumiies sang, laughed, shared fragrant pancakes with honey and poured fruit compote into shiny cups. Amidst all the merriment, a music bar stood at the edge of the square, blaring tunes that turned into loud, temperamental dances and then into gentle, almost intimate singin...