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The wind may carry away words, but not their meaning.

little animation, for that

I'll throw in a little thing from TikTok and some Treaza's lore!

Dear diary,

Today is the eighteenth of July, 1859, and I am still at the Sisters of Mercy orphanage. It was a very difficult day, as always. There was so much laundry in the laundries that I couldn't see the other girls' heads, so we just dropped a lot of laundry out of impotence. For breakfast, there was oatmeal porridge again. I love oats. But the cooks didn't finish it today. They spread grits all over the dining room. (To the right of the inscription is a painted laughing head of a girl in a cap and a cartoon scar). Lately, I've been wondering what would happen if I ran away from the orphanage. Yes, I know it's impossible, with our sister Deryn, it's generally considered a dream. Today, we all went to get a new uniform together. It sits disgustingly. Everything is pressing. This corset... Now, thank God, I'm wearing a nightgown, and it's good. They tell me that I don't pray enough if I'm seeing things. Let's say today at the laundry hanging, I imagined that one of the boys who carried baskets to us had a peony growing out of his head. And it's like he's grown up. But no one believes me. Although Deryn's sister was screaming like crazy. Am I still possessed? Okay, I need to sleep. And hide you. They took away everything I had from my clothes and even my books, leaving the damn Bible. Sweet dreams, diary.

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Dear diary,

Today is the second of March, 1870, and yes, I am still at the Sisters of Mercy orphanage. I was being punished again in the basement, where my sister Kiara had thrown me. Even though I didn't do anything! All I said was that the candelabrum looked like an owl that was dying away in flames! For this, the nuns forced me to pray for two hours and repent for "allowing myself thoughts that are evil from God." It was like God was choosing which one to create me. I hate this damn church, and if there was a god, he definitely wouldn't tolerate what they're doing here. Darin's sister beat poor Paddy with rods today because he dropped a huge stack of laundry because of Declan's footrest. I scratched that idiot's face all over, I was furious. I got beaten up for that too. But, there was also a good thing. Tonight, it was just the most beautiful sunset. I am writing to you after watching it, keeping this magical view in my head. Such a glow of red and yellow, and even pink colors is probably new to this gray place. I stood on a chair to look out the narrow window frame. I like it when the sun tries to bend down to look at me. The sun is almost invisible during the day, the walls of this damn stone hide it, and we are allowed outside much less often. They're afraid we'll run away. And correctly. I found a way through the fence. I hope to get out of here soon. I am writing to you with trepidation. Good night, diary.

A few pencil sketches after practice at the factory 🫥

And what do we have after transfiguration?

DADA. It's time to remember, Treaza.

Today is my duel! How could you forget!

I love them too much. At least somewhere they should be doing well. I hope everyone understands the symbolism with the colors of the characters haha

spells practice ))

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Hooray, I finally got some rest after the chemistry festival at my university. Here are the portraits of my friend, who had a birthday 🍒