Behold this empty husk of a land...
Populated only by storms, ruins and abominations. It wasn't always thus.
I was once the Count of 2 living blocks, esteemed by my peers. I had progeny!
From within my vessel of flesh, I would perch upon this spot to observe the rising of the sun.
Corporeal matters seem so distant now. Most have forgotten this place, but I remain.
Perhaps I reminisce because I cannot go. Perhaps I cannot go because memory traps me here.

Посмотри на пустую скорлупу, в которую превратились эти земли...
Она наполнена лишь бурями, руинами и омерзительными тварями. Так было не всегда.
Когда-то я был управителем двух кварталов, почитаем своими подчинёнными. У меня были дети!
В своём сосуде из плоти я взбирался на это место и наблюдал восход солнца.
Земные дела так далеки. Многие уже давно забыли это место, но я всё здесь.
Может, я перебираю воспоминания из-за того, что не могу уйти. Может, я не могу уйти из-за того, что меня держит моя память.

If you want to talk - write to me at any time. Maybe we'll find a game we can play together. I appreciate everyone who shows kindness to me, and I want to return this kindness back in multiple volumes.

Probably, my gaming tastes cannot be described. It can be strategies, it can be dynamic games that require reaction. Sometimes these are car simulators. Maybe you like some of this?

Dear friend, have you ever thought about what makes you weak inside? Did this question come to you when you were trying to sleep? That question, he didn't come from the dark all of a sudden? Why is it said that weaknesses make a person stronger? Is there even a grain of truth in this? I never liked being weak. You feel like a slave to your habits. This feeling is contrary to everything good that makes a person a person.
I like everything that makes a person's feelings frank. Let it be whatever. I found the strength to express emotions, turning white sheets into drawings on white sheets. It's abstract, but I love it. I like to visualize human weaknesses. As if I make them vulnerable, and they become motionless, freezing on a piece of paper. They are frightening, gloomy, often there is nothing bright in them. Light and so surrounds us everywhere. I hope you are not one of those people for whom the surrounding miracles have become a habit, for whom every new day is a routine. If you begin to notice this, do not hesitate to get rid of this feeling. If you are kind and love goodness , you will be safe.
If you want to visit me, be sure to drop by. I'll be glad to see you here, maybe I'll even come up with something for you.