#lc jester

“I—I kind of crossed paths with a thing like this once..”  He suddenly started walking away in the direction they had originally come from, while Blake remained standing still in front of the funny box. If it had eyes, they would probably be playing a kind of staring game right now. Blake looked at its worn yellow patterns, erased by time, and they caused a strange warm feeling in his soul. In an instant, he suddenly felt intoxicated and at home at the same time, looking at this extraordinary object. It resembled wind-up children's toys, from which, after playing the melody, the jester jumped out. “Hey, ahm, why are you standing there?” came from afar.

So, I finally translated first two chapters of one of my newest works, "Blue dot"!

It might have uncomfortable themes, such as explicit language, alcohol abuse, toxic relationships etc.