Preface:

Imagine that the word "Love" comes to life, transforming into a character that embodies love in all its forms. Its appearance is soft, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, and its movements are smooth and enveloping, like a warm embrace. Its clothes are adorned with hundreds of tiny hearts that shimmer and glow, reflecting its emotions. The character's eyes are deep, filled with wisdom and infinite kindness, capable of soothing any pain.

Love is always surrounded by an aura of warmth, tenderness, and harmony. It can hear even the unspoken words and notice in people what is hidden from others. Its voice sounds like a melody familiar to everyone, evoking a smile and a sense of peace.

However, Love is not just tenderness. In its heart lies a strength capable of overcoming any obstacle, healing wounds, and offering hope. Its presence inspires people to be the best versions of themselves. Sometimes, it can be unpredictable, playful, and even a little chaotic because love comes in many forms: quiet, passionate, burning, and caring.

This character reminds us that love is not only a feeling but also an action that can change the world around us. Through its stories, we can see how important it is to love — others, life, ourselves, and even the small things that make our day better.

"Love and the Magical Flower"

One day, Love, our magical hero, was strolling through the forest, enjoying the gentle breeze that tousled his hair. He always loved walking among the trees, for they, like old friends, silently listened to him, while they themselves shared amazing stories.

On that day, as the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in pink and golden hues, Love noticed something special — a tiny flower hiding among the bushes. It was so small that one might easily miss it, but that was exactly what caught Love's attention. The flower was white, with a faint glow around its petals. It was so delicate and invisible, as if its creation had been inspired by love itself.

"You are so beautiful," Love whispered, leaning closer to the flower. "Why are you hiding?"

The flower answered in a soft voice, one that only Love could hear.

"I'm afraid I won't be noticed. I'm too small. Maybe I'm not as important as the other flowers. Everyone looks at the big, bright ones, and I... I'm just tiny."

Love smiled, and his eyes sparkled with warmth. He sat down next to the flower and gently embraced it, his soft energy filling the air.

"You know, little flower," Love said, "love is not always visible at first glance. It often hides in the most unremarkable things. But anyone who can see it will feel how it can change the world. You are important, and your beauty is unique."

The flower felt its petals begin to bloom even brighter, and soft glowing sparks appeared around its tiny stem. Love placed his hand on the delicate stem, and immediately hundreds of other small flowers began to glow, as if they too had awakened, feeling the power of love.

"You were right," said the flower. "Love really can change everything."

From that day on, the tiny flower became one of the most beautiful in the forest, and everyone who passed by couldn't help but notice its special glow. And Love, content, continued on his way, knowing that his magic had filled the world with one more miracle.

And so, through this encounter, Love taught us all: love is not always something huge and loud. It can be small, warm, and quiet, but it is these moments that create magic in our world.

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

Preface:

In every language, some words shine like precious gems, carrying more than just sounds or meanings. In Georgian, one such word is ია. It means "violet," a flower often seen as a symbol of modesty, quiet strength, and refined elegance. But Ia is not only the name of a flower; it’s also a name that holds the same quiet poetry of nature.

The name Ia sounds like a whisper of the wind in the mountains or the gentle murmur of a stream carving its way through rocks. It seems to unite two elements: fragility and resilience. In Georgian culture, Ia is not just a name—it’s a memory of roots, of remote villages where every flower feels alive, where every person, like a mountain path, carries a story.

But what if a name and a flower are not just symbols, but a gateway to a special world? A world where words take shape, where humans and nature are no longer separate. The story you are about to read tells of such an Ia—not just a violet, not just a person, but a spirit that connects both.

This story is about losing and finding oneself, about the magic hidden in the simplest things. Ia is a reminder that true beauty is always near; you just need to learn how to see it.

Each word, each line of this story is inspired by the power of the name, the simplicity of the flower, and the endless charm of nature, which can teach us more than any book. Look at the world through Ia’s eyes, and perhaps you too will discover something new—within yourself and around you.

The Story of Ia

Ia was born at dawn, when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the morning mist in a highland village. Her existence didn’t follow the usual rules: she was neither human nor plant but something in between. She lived in the heart of the forest, where trees grew so close together their branches wove a lace of light and shadow.

Ia was the spirit of violets. Her skin shimmered with a soft purple glow, and her eyes resembled drops of dew on petals. Her home was a hidden clearing, filled with thousands of violets, where the air always smelled of eternal spring.

Ia would appear only to those truly in need of comfort or answers to their deepest questions. She never spoke, but every movement—a touch of a petal, a wave of her hand, a quiet step on the moss—spoke louder than words.

One day, a weary and lost young man entered the forest. He was an artist who had been searching for inspiration but had lost faith in himself. He wandered among the trees until he stumbled upon the clearing. Everything around him was bathed in an almost magical light. The violets seemed alive, nodding their heads toward him, and in their midst stood Ia.

He froze, overwhelmed by her presence.

“Who are you?” he whispered.

Ia didn’t answer but stepped closer, picked up a violet from the ground, and handed it to him. In that moment, something inside him shifted: for an instant, he saw the world through her eyes—a world full of harmony, beauty, and endless connection.

With this vision, the artist returned home. His brush no longer hesitated, and the paintings he began to create reflected the light he had seen in the forest. It is said that in every one of his works, a small purple flower—a violet—was hidden, a symbol of that meeting.

Ia remained in her clearing, as before. She didn’t seek to be understood or recognized, for her purpose was different: to bring light and inspiration to those who truly needed it.

And every spring, when violets bloom, people walking near the forest sometimes hear her gentle laughter—a reminder that there is always room for beauty and magic in the world.

The hidden meaning of The Story of Ia centers around themes of inner transformation, inspiration, and the subtle power of beauty. Ia, as the spirit of violets, symbolizes the quiet, often overlooked forces of nature that can heal and inspire those who are open to receiving them. Her silent guidance speaks volumes, showing that sometimes, the most profound changes or insights come not through direct communication but through a gentle touch, a moment of stillness, or a subtle gesture.

The artist’s journey reflects the struggle with self-doubt and the search for inspiration, which many people experience in their creative or personal lives. Ia’s presence, offering him the violet, represents a moment of connection to something greater—a vision of harmony and beauty that helps him rediscover his purpose and talent. The hidden violets in his paintings symbolize how this encounter continues to influence him, reminding him of the magic and beauty he once forgot.

Ultimately, the story suggests that beauty and inspiration are always present, often in the most unexpected places, and that they have the power to transform lives. Ia’s quiet role is to remind us that even the smallest, most delicate things—like a violet or a moment of stillness in nature—can have a profound effect on our hearts and minds, renewing our connection to the world around us.

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

Preface:

When we say the word "chaos," our minds usually conjure an image of disorder — noise, confusion, destruction. We use it so often that we almost forget its true power. But what if this word is not just an abstraction, but a living being with its own personality, intentions, and history? What if chaos is not something external we encounter, but a character in itself, where disorder, creative energy, and hidden forces intertwine? This story emerged from a desire to look at the word "chaos" from a new perspective. In it, chaos becomes not just a backdrop for our experiences, but an active participant that perceives the world in its own way, making it lose meaning and then rediscovering it in a different form.

Imagine a little character named Kaios, who embodies chaos in the cutest and most comical way. His hair sticks out in all directions, as though winds from every possible storm have blown through his head, and his clothes are always strangely twisted and mismatched. His arms and legs may look like scraps, but he happily wears them in a chaotic arrangement. His face is always searching for a solution, but it's stuck between several emotions — forever puzzled, yet with a spark of curiosity and fun.

Despite his quirky nature, Kaios always finds a way out of the most complicated situations. He can turn any confusion into a game, and even when everything around him seems out of control, he remains an optimist. For example, he might accidentally get tangled in a rope, but he does it so skillfully that everyone starts laughing, and the mess turns into joy. Through his adventures, I want to show you that sometimes chaos is not something destructive, but an opportunity to discover new, unexpected paths and ideas. A funny and lighthearted character, he reminds us that life doesn’t always have to be structured, and sometimes disorder can bring something good.

"Kaios and the Magic of Disorder"

One day, Kaios decided to visit a shop. Not because he needed to buy anything, but because... well, because shops always have so many different things, and it's always such a great opportunity for chaos.

As soon as he stepped through the door, everything around him became a bit strange. First, his tiny foot got tangled in the carpet by the door — not just tangled, but in such a way that half the shop was suddenly at a threatening angle. Kaios tried to pull his foot free, but in the process, he accidentally knocked over a shelf of fruit. Apples and pears started rolling across the floor like little bowling balls.

"Oh!" said Kaios, looking around uncertainly. He immediately noticed a basket of nuts falling right onto his head. But he didn’t panic — he took off the basket, patted it like a hat, and carried on. At that moment, his hand brushed against a jar of jam, which rolled straight towards the sauce display.

And that's when the real magic began: all the jars, cans, and boxes started dancing. Elusive Kaios, unaware of how he was doing it, moved through the store with ease, as if he were part of the disorder himself, and everything around him began to come alive. Every item he touched eventually became part of the greater chaos, but with each step, it transformed into an entirely new picture.

"This isn't just a mess, this is a real art project!" laughed Kaios, watching as all the shelves and products suddenly found an unimaginable harmony.

When the security guard approached, expecting to see complete chaos, he froze, stunned. All the items had neatly returned to their places, and the shoppers were applauding. Yes, this might have been the strangest shop visit, but it was certainly the most fun.

"This wasn’t chaos," said one of the customers, "this was... Kaios!"

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

Preface

The idea for this story came to me on an ordinary day when random thoughts began to form into something entirely unexpected. Just think about it: how often do we say or hear the word "fuck" without really considering its meaning or the emotional charge it carries? And then, suddenly, I thought — what if it’s not just a word, but a quirky little character? What if it’s more than just an expression of emotions?

This is how the image of the little guy Fuck was born: comical and a bit ridiculous, but always upbeat, no matter the challenges. He’s the kind of character who strides through life with confidence, despite his “stick arms” and “stick legs,” his tiny head, and his often odd decisions. He’s funny, clumsy, but that’s precisely where his charm lies.

Through his story, I wanted to show that even the most ordinary things can hold something delightful and amusing. We can look at a crude word from a new perspective, as a cute, charming character that reminds us not to take life too seriously.

***

One day, the little guy Fuck woke up with a very important thought — he had decided to become serious. But he had two problems: first, his head was so tiny that all serious thoughts just floated right out of it, and second, his stick arms and stick legs didn’t help much if he lost his balance.

“Today, I’m going to the office!” declared Fuck, puffing up his tiny head with pride. He marched confidently down the street, but each time someone came near, he’d stumble a bit, either with one leg or the other. On his way, he met his friend Pip, who had flippers instead of arms, and tried to greet him seriously:

“Good day, Pip! I’m off to the office; very important… uh… things await me!”

Pip looked at him for a long moment and then said, “Oh, come on, Fuck! Who’s going to hire you at an office with those stick arms? You couldn’t even hold a cup of coffee!”

But Fuck was determined. He eventually made it to the office, though he spent half the way rolling and tumbling. Once inside, he was, to put it mildly, met with surprise. The receptionist asked:

“What do you want?”

Fuck paused, thinking: “Yeah, what do I want?”

And then his tiny head lit up with a brilliant idea:

“I want… I want everyone to have as great a day as I’m having!”

And you know what? Everyone in the office laughed and realized that was the best plan for the day. From that day on, little Fuck became the company mascot: wherever he went, he instantly lifted everyone’s spirits.

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

November in Tbilisi, 2024. Today’s weather is cloudy, uncannily reminiscent of foggy London. The city seems to have immersed itself in the melancholy of gray skies and damp air that clings like a thin mist around streets and avenues. From the rooftops, buildings and hills blend into blurry silhouettes, fading away in the hazy fog.

These two cities—Tbilisi and London—seem to speak the same language today, though they’re usually so different. A light breeze carries the smell of damp stone and earth across the pavements, familiar to anyone who’s strolled along the Thames embankments. Thin streams flow down the asphalt, catching the faint glimmer of streetlights and headlights, as if refracting light in the ghostly mist. The landscape feels muted, as though someone has dimmed the brightness of life, leaving only the contrast of shadows and light.

People hurry beneath umbrellas, eager to escape the drizzle that seems to lurk in every corner, ready to spill over passersby. The cold moisture, seeping to the bone, fills the air with a quiet melancholy and peaceful reflection.

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

**Winter is a time when the world turns into a fairytale. Every corner of nature is touched by a gentle frost, like an artist creating frozen crystal patterns on the glass. Snow lies on the ground like a soft blanket, hiding all traces of autumn and leaving only purity behind. The forests and fields, covered in white, seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, and only the wind, rustling through the trees, reminds us that winter is full of life and strength.

In cities and villages, winter streets are filled with a special atmosphere. People, bundled in warm clothes, hurry about their business, but can’t help stopping to enjoy this enchanting moment. The air is fresh and quiet, disturbed only by the sound of footsteps in the snow. In these moments, it feels like time slows down, and you become part of this winter harmony.

In the evenings, when night falls, lights begin to glow in houses. Through the windows, you can see the flames in fireplaces and the soft light of lamps, creating warmth and comfort in every home. Winter is a time for family gatherings, hot drinks, and long conversations. It’s a time when everyone can shelter from the cold and feel safe, embraced by loved ones.

But winter is not only silence and stillness. It’s also a time for holidays when the streets are decorated with trees covered in bright lights and children build snowmen. The air is filled with anticipation of miracles, and every day brings a little magic. Winter teaches us to appreciate warm moments, to make them brighter and richer, because in its snowy silence, we can find peace and new strength for the coming days.

A winter fairytale is not just about blizzards and snowstorms, it’s a time when anyone can become part of the magic. May your life be just like this: pure, bright, full of wonders and joy. After all, winter reminds us that every new day is a chance to start something new, like the first snowy footprint on the untouched blanket of winter.**

© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.

The green light in your eyes shines bright,

Like summer noon’s warm, golden hue.

In them, the years of wisdom lie,

Yet youth’s soft grace still lingers, too.

You’re like a garden, autumn-grown,

Where every leaf holds lines of lore.

But in your heart, with passion’s tone,

Young love remains, alive and pure.

Your gaze is calm, like rivers deep,

Yet holds both strength and hidden fire.

Each word you speak is warm and sweet,

And lit with sparks of past desires.

You’re vibrant as the autumn leaves,

Your green-eyed glance, a silent spring.

I’m yours, a captive every eve,

To love you while the moon still sings.

Sherlock Holmes, the master of deduction, suddenly found himself in the uncharted territories of a bustling, futuristic city. Flickering neon lights and towering skyscrapers replaced the foggy London streets he once knew. The air buzzed with the hum of drones, and holograms advertised gadgets he could hardly comprehend. This wasn’t his London—this was a new world entirely.

As he began to piece together his surroundings, a voice interrupted him. "You must be new here." A woman in a long, dark coat with a high-tech visor approached, her movements precise and unflinching. She introduced herself as Captain Nova, a detective from this advanced world.

Holmes, intrigued by the bizarre circumstances of his arrival, agreed to join Nova in investigating a series of mysterious disappearances haunting the city. People were vanishing without a trace, and not even the advanced technology of this world could explain it. With Nova’s tech skills and Holmes’s sharp wit, they uncovered a complex web of conspiracies that stretched from the city’s high-rise elite down to the darkest alleys.

In the end, Holmes realized he’d been brought here for a reason. His unparalleled skills were essential for unraveling a case too intricate for even the most advanced AI. Together, Holmes and Nova ventured deeper into the unknown, facing challenges that tested the limits of their abilities.

The device hums to life, and in an instant, reality dissolves. I blink, and when my eyes open, I’m standing inside a vast, shifting landscape—a surreal world of memories, dreams, and fears woven together. Fragmented scenes from my life float in bubbles around me, like windows into the past. Each bubble is different: one glows warmly with childhood memories, while others pulse with the haunting shadows of mistakes and regrets.

Beside me is Dr. Hale, the neuroscientist who built this device. I agreed to try it because I thought confronting my innermost self might bring me closure, help me untangle what I could never understand. But now that we’re here, I feel exposed, as if every secret I’ve ever kept is about to be laid bare.

Suddenly, the path shifts, and towering doors appear, each leading to different parts of my mind: Memories, Fears, Desires, Regrets. Dr. Hale urges me to choose, and we step through a door marked Fears. Inside, it’s dark, cold, and oppressive—a maze of shadowed corridors with whispers echoing around us. I realize that to escape, we’ll have to face each door, navigate every room.

But as we walk deeper, it dawns on me—there’s no exit until I accept what I find here. Dr. Hale and I need to piece together each memory, confront each fear, and unravel every regret if we’re ever going to make it out.

It’s not just a journey into the mind—it’s a journey through everything I am. And the only way to escape is to face myself completely.

Entry #1

You may not know me, but I’ve known you for a long time, longer than you realize. I’ve been watching, observing, and documenting every detail that matters. This journal—every page—is meant for your eyes only. You’ll understand in time why I know so much, but for now, all you need to do is keep reading.

Entry #2

Today you hesitated outside your favorite coffee shop before heading in, didn’t you? I know that hesitation well. That brief pause where you almost wonder if you should go somewhere else. You didn’t, though, and ended up ordering your usual—black coffee with a hint of cinnamon. Strange how comforting rituals can be, even for someone as restless as you.

Entry #3

I remember the photo you keep in the top drawer of your desk, the one of you as a child by the sea. You haven’t looked at it in a while, have you? But it’s there, a little reminder of what was lost. I know you wonder sometimes what happened on that trip. It wasn’t your fault.

Entry #4

Are you starting to feel it yet, that faint, creeping sensation of being watched? It’s only natural—when a person’s secrets are laid out for them, it’s hard not to feel exposed. But trust me, this is only the beginning. Every answer you seek lies within these pages. Just keep reading, and don’t look behind you.

Entry #5

There’s a reason I’m reaching out now, and it’s not because I want to scare you. You need to understand that there’s something out there, something connected to you in ways you’ve never suspected. Look to the people closest to you—the answers are closer than you think.

Entry #6

Last night, you stayed up late, staring at your computer screen, lost in thought. You were considering a decision, one that could change things for you. You worry about the outcome, don’t you? The “what if” that keeps nagging at the back of your mind. Just know, I’ve seen it happen before—I’ve seen you make choices, some right and some terribly wrong. I wonder which this will be.

Entry #7

Do you remember the old bookstore on Birch Street? The one that closed down years ago? You spent hours there as a teenager, combing through dusty shelves for hidden gems. I wonder if you ever realized someone was watching you from the other aisle, someone who’d slip notes into the books you’d later pick up. Yes, that was me. I was leaving you messages, trying to connect. Did you ever notice?

Entry #8

Today, you’ll get a phone call that will take you by surprise. Don’t let your guard down—it’s not what it seems. Not everyone is as they appear, and sometimes even the familiar can mask danger. Just remember, you’re not alone. I’ve been guiding you this far, haven’t I?

Entry #9

I can sense your frustration as you read this. You want answers, but they’re not so simple. The truth is, there’s something deeper connecting us, something that goes beyond coincidence or chance. I’m here because I know what’s coming, and I can help you prepare. But you have to trust me—or at least, trust the journal.

Entry #10

By now, you must be wondering who I am. Maybe you’ve guessed, or maybe you’re no closer to the truth than you were before. But here’s a hint: you’ve met me, though you might not remember. I’m closer than you think, and soon, you’ll understand why I’ve been watching you all along.

The entries send chills down your spine. This unknown person, this "Watcher," is weaving themselves into memories you thought were yours alone. You begin to realize that the mystery of their identity isn’t just about who they are—it’s about why they’re so invested in you.