Why “Death Note” is a stunning piece of animated cinematography

You can’t study Japanese and avoid hearing about Death Note – arguably, the most popular anime series of all time. So, I decided to give it a shot. For the first couple of episodes, I was bored, to be honest. But once you have detective L. on the set, and the story unfolds, it becomes one of the best detective stories ever told. And so cleverly produced, too.

I am no anime critic. I find Hayao Miyazaki’s work amazing. I really loved Your Name (although some think it overrated). But in Death Note, you’ve got this incredibly well thought-out, meticulously made animation that maintains its high quality throughout the entire series, episode after episode. There are 37 of them total.

So, here are just some things I find so stunning about Death Note:

1. Camera: motion and focus

In Death Note, they make the drawn anime look like a movie with the “camera” slowly moving through the scene, shifting focus from object to object, etc.

2. Camera: manga-esque frames

Death Note is clearly based on the popular manga by the same name. And we see many frames that look just like they have been inspired by the manga style, with lots of closeups, bottom-up perspectives and stark shadows.

3. Camera: photographic details

Death Note is incredibly well drawn. Objects look extremely realistic, as if they were photographs. And you’re in awe with the animators’ attention to detail. They didn’t have to create those elaborate sets and details, and yet they did.

Note the reflection in the glass window

4. Directing: noises off mode

When directors want to emphasize an intense moment between two characters, they move them to an imaginary place. Then the characters continue the conversation there.

real

imaginary

5. Directing: pensive mode

When a character starts thinking things to himself/herself, directors use a special color for each character to indicate their “thinking to self” mode.

It’s red for Light Yagami

It’s blue for L.

It’s amber for Matsuda

It was also green for Aizawa and turquoise for Near, I believe 😉

6. Directing: emphasizing tension

Directors often use insignificant details: exaggerated ticking of the clock, slowed down falling of rain drops, etc. to build up tension.

In the final scene (episode 36) between Light and Near, Light walks into the abandoned mill house and we can see a large fan near the rooftop. The fan slows down, then it comes to a full stop. It starts moving again when everything is over.

7. Directing: parallels

There are lots of parallels in the series. For example, on the day that L dies, it is pouring rain. And, in the final two episodes, on the day when Near and Light meet, we see the same kind of heavy rain, which immediately makes one remember the day L died.

This is a hint that it will be either Near revenging L’s death, or Light triumphing after killing both L. and Near.

“Can you hear it? I think the church bell is really loud today. There must be a wedding not far from here going on” – L.

It was raining cats and dogs on the day L. died.

It’s the same kind of pouring rain on the day when everything is decided between Light and Near (N.)

January 28, 2013

8. Incredible music

The OST to DeathNote attracted many ravishing reviews. I personally like L.’s second theme and the actual “Death Note theme“, because it sounds like a piece of Russian Orthodox religious singing to me, to be honest.

I also like it how, in the last two episodes, the music gets more and more “symphonic” and at the very end one can hear an entire orchestra playing the piece.

9. The potato chip scene

It’s a classic and there is no doubt about it. The following video explains it all.

P.S. By the way, please please please do NOT watch the Netflix movie. Not only is it totally gross, but has almost nothing to do with the original series. 

 

“La-La Topolya” by BI-2 translated from Russian into English

“La-La Topolya” is an OST by BI-2 for the movie “Things That Men Talk About.”

The song has some metaphorical phrases that can be translated literally, but actually mean something else in a fixed context.

  1. La-la topolya” – literally means “la-la poplar trees”. But it actually means something like “blah-blah-blah”, “yada-yada-yada”, “etc. etc. etc.”
  2. Skol’ko vody uteklo” – literally means “(how) much water has run away”. But the phrase also means “it’s been a long time”, “a lot has happened since… [we last met].”
  3. Sbezhim s koroblya na bal” – literally means “we will flee the ship to the ball”. But the expressions “to come from the ship to the ball” means “to experience an abrupt change of setting”, for instance, when five minutes ago you were in a dusty train compartment and now you’re addressing a UN General Assembly meeting.
  4. Sanitarnaya kareta” – literally means “medical carriage” (like the one with the horses). This is an archaic/poetic name for “ambulance”.

Here is the complete translation:

Much water has run away
And now it doesn’t matter: whether it’s blood or wine
I won’t have regrets anymore
Try answering this – who has had luck?

(CHORUS)
La-la, poplar trees! We’ll flee the ship
To arrive at the ball in a medical carriage.
La-la, poplar trees! Have a good day, everyone
And may the summer never end.

Tears are crawling down my face,
And your kiss has hops-like bitterness.
If the Earth is round,
Will the ailing soul slip down or will it stand?

(CHORUS)

And here’s the line-by-line translation with the Russian version:

Сколько воды утекло,
Much water has run away
И теперь всё равно: что кровь, что вино.
And now it doesn’t matter: whether it’s blood or wine
Больше не буду жалеть.
I won’t have regrets anymore
Попробуй ответь, кому повезло?
Try answering this – who has had luck?

Ля-ля, тополя! Сбежим с корабля
La-la, poplar trees! We’ll flee the ship
На бал в санитарной карете.
To arrive at the ball in a medical carriage.
Ля-ля, тополя! Всем доброго дня,
La-la, poplar trees! Have a good day, everyone
И пусть не кончается лето.
And may the summer never end.

Слёзы ползут по лицу,
Tears are crawling down my face,
И твой поцелуй горчит словно хмель.
And your kiss has hops-like bitterness.
Если Земля – это шар,
If the Earth is round,
То больная душа устоит ли на ней?
Will the ailing soul slip down or will it stand?

Clémentin Agrees to Die

The next morning, Clémentin woke up with a splitting headache. His thoughts refused to fall in place. They would come and go, like waves that washed the shores of Mataró where Clémentin lived. The night before had been by far the worst in his recent memory. Clémentin sat up on his bed and rubbed his forehead. Inside, he felt emptiness. “What’s gonna become of me now?” thought Clémentin. “Am I done? Fired? Don’t have anything to do here anymore?”

He got up and walked to the bay hoping for some understanding. The sun watched Clémentin with its reprimanding eye burning his skin with hot rays and refused to say anything. In despair, Clémentin plunged in cool water, but the sea didn’t want to share its salt with him. It even stopped storming and got completely still. Clémentin then walked back ashore and decided to wait until something finally happened.

He waited on and on. The day was almost spent when some thought finally tapped him on the shoulder – the thought that came from the sea. Clémentin clang to the thought, grabbed it by the sleeve and sewed it on tight to his soul. He made a ruthless decision not to let go of it till the very evening – until he, with the thought as his lucky charm, went to sleep.

Clémentin’s day began not like any other person’s day – his day began when he rested his head on the pillow and sank into the world of his dreams. When ordinary people slept, Clémentin lived. In his dreams he’d travel down hellish abysses or rise to celestial heights – he’d seen it all.

Hardly did he “wake up” in the dream world, as Fellen greeted him. “Clémentin, you almost lost,” said the demon with his lips fixed in a lopsided smile. “It was your last chance and you managed to use it – not entirely bad.”

Clémentin did not reply. He just stood there and waited for the demon to come up with some decision or a pointer. However, against his will, the thought that he had brought from the sea started to move. “Clémentin, you gotta be kidding me! How dare you think of Him in my presence. Summoning Michael, are you?!”

Something happened, and Fellen was at once gone from the dream-woven space where vacuums and elements met. In his stead, Clémentin saw the figure of Archangel Michael approaching, which looked enormous even from afar. The Archangel stopped at an indefinite distance from Clémentin. The space around the Archangel seemed to have more depth to it, as if it had more dimensions. Deep inside his mind, Clémentin heard His unspoken thought. The thought was about him, Clémentin. Suddenly, Clémentin realized – or he was told so – that not much could be done at that point. His life – as he knew it – was finished. His confusion had gotten so profound, his vices so deep-rooted, that he’d better leave then. Be done with the old life and start a new one. Get a fresh start.

“Do you have faith, Clémentin?” rang the unvoiced question directed at him.

He hurt so bad, as if some invisible weight was trying to smash him against the unmeasurable space of the dream world. Laid bare against Archangel Michael’s brilliant light, Clémentin’s ugly memories, like dirty underwear, made him ashamed of himself. He realized he’d now agree to anything.

“I do,” Clémentin replied without saying a single word.

Then his shame reached its peak. Clémentin broke down and cried. Heavy feelings rushed down his soul like a snow avalanche descending from Alpine peaks. With every passing second, he was feeling more and more relieved.

And then he forgot everything: memories had left his head, drowned out by his tears. All Clémentin could see was darkness. Until he could see no more.

***

A flash of bright light. Another flash of light. Something was bothering him, something was waking him up, something was nagging him. Clémentin opened his eyes and, to his surprise, found himself in his very bed.

It was broad afternoon. It was drizzling outside, yet the sun was out as well – a rare combination. Blinking fast through the remains of his sleep, Clémentin stared at his palms, then touched his face and, having sprung out of his bed, rushed to the mirror. A well-familiar reflection stared him back in the mirror.

Suddenly, he heard a sound outside the window. Through the thin veil of raindrops that sparkled in the sun, he saw a tiny angel. The angel was flying in circles in front of his patio, making crazy loops as he went around.

“You live, Clémentin, you live!” laughed the angel.

And then Clémentin realized he had just been born.

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Saint Germain des Prés, a place I got tipped off about in a dream

a snapshot of my cell screen

Okay, let me see when this happened. The screenshot in my phone is from December the 7th, 2016, 8:01 am. It means I had this dream on the night of Dec 6 to Dec 7.

I dreamed about some place abroad. I was outside an old building, standing on the line to a movie theater with other. Suddenly, some kind of employee of that place walked out of his booth, holding a phone receiver in his hand.

“Does anybody speak Russian here”, he addressed the crowd.

“I do”, I said.

“Could you pick up. Someone needs help here”, he told me and gave me the receiver (or maybe it was a portable radio phone.

“Hello!” I said into the phone.

“Hi, is this Alexandra Leonidovna?” asked me a female voice with a thick French accent. I was shocked she knew my first and my paternal name, because I was supposed to be a total stranger to her.

“Yes, it’s me,” I replied.

“Do you know where in Paris is located the church of San Germain du pre?” she asked (I’m misspelling the name of the church to reflect her French pronunciation with the nasal “ung” and “dew” sounds).

“I don’t know…” I replied in confusion. Hastily, I racked my brain for this name. The only Parisian church I could think of was Notre Dame. I also remembered D’orsay and the Louvre for some reason. “But I can check on the map in my phone”, I said. But the woman on the phone had already hung up.

***

Then there was a leap in my dream. I could see this old church, Said Germain des Prés, simultaneously from the inside and the outside. Inside there were two men guards. Outside, there was a woman who looked a bit like a vagabond or a beggar. She was pregnant.

“I need to go inside”, she told the guards. For some reason it was important that she gave birth to the baby inside of this church.

One of the guards was a skeptic, and he said: “Look at her, she must be mad!” But his partner guard could feel that there was something unusual about the woman and the whole situation. He said: “Wait, maybe it is us who is actually crazy, not her”.

I don’t know what happened eventually, for I woke up in my bed.

***

The first thing I did upon waking up was, of course, I google the name of the church. My eyes got really big when I saw that not only there was a church by the exact name, but also that Saint Germain des Prés was the single oldest church in the whole of Paris!

It was the first Christian church ever built in Paris. And it’s still there today!

Because I had this dream in December, it was almost New Year’s Eve. I did not have the time or the opportunity to go to Paris.

I waited for almost one year to do it. Towards the end of 2017, I decided I’d go to Paris for New Year’s and would visit the church while I was there.

There were almost no hotels left. Finally I found a not-entirely-horrible place in Les Gobelins. Because I was learning Japanese at that time, I miraculously attracted Japanese people. The guy at the front desk looked Japanese, but I didn’t want to question him about his country of origin.

My roommate, though, turned out to be a Malaysian guy who was born and was living in Japan. He told me I could call him “Lin-san”, while he would call me “Alesia-chan”. Actually, the Japanese use “chan” instead of “san” when they talk to babies, little kids and teenagers. I was flattered that I must have appeared quite young to him 😉

In the morning of December the 31st, I set out on my trip to Saint Germain des Pres. The forecast predicted rain, and there were some omnious-looking clouds in the sky. I decided to take a longer route to a far-away metro station, because it’d be inconvenient to get there from Rue de Gobelins. As I was walking to the station, my heart skipped a bit. In a flash, I remembered that this had happened to me before. I’ve seen this over-the-street train, this route and this area a long time ago in another dream. I stopped and made a short video for myself.

on my way to the church

I was destined to undertake this journey a long time ago.

As I reached the square where Saint Germain is located, there were not that many tourists there. I guess it’s a place that’s more popular with the locals. There were about a dozen Christmas tents selling food, pastry and some souvenirs. Suddenly, the sky cleared the sun came out. It felt as if I was in a dream. With my gaze slightly blurred, I was looking around the place, as if in a trance. Then I decided to go inside.

There was a statue of a woman with a baby (probably of Virgin Mary) at the far end of the church that sent chills down my spine, don’t know why. I also found the tomb of John II Casimir Vasa (I know his name from a common historical period shared by Poland, Lithuania, Ukraine and Belarus). Now, I read in Wikipedia:

He [the king] died on December 16, 1672 from apoplexy, and his burial took place inside the Wawel Cathedral in Kraków. His heart was interred in the Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

How strange is that!

Now, they say the Abbey (and later the church) were founded by Saint Germain, a bishop of Paris. It’s a burial site of many kings. Also, until the 17th century, the church “owned” a major part of Paris and was one of its administrative centers.

And, of course, I can’t help thinking of the mysterious Saint Germain (the theosophical figure.) Just to clarify, this isn’t the same man as the Bishop Saint who founded the Abbey.

I spent close to an hour inside Saint Germain des Prés. After all, it was the main reason I flew to Paris to see off the year 2017. When I left the church, the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. I bought some fried potatoes with mushrooms from the street fair around the church. As I was standing there, eating my food, two women asked me:

“Excuse me, are you American?”

“Nope”, I shook my head. Don’t know why I remember that incident. And don’t know why they asked.

Top 7 artist collaborations (list)

Every once in a while, I feel like compiling a list like this. For example, check out my 7 Greatest Contemporary Instrumental Music Composers  😉 I hope this will help some of you discover new artists or songs you may have never heard.  Enjoy!

MIKA and Chiara | Stardust

Chiara won X-Factor Italy and MIKA was the coach. What’s interesting about them (well, to me) is that they both have the Sun in Leo in their horoscopes frrrrrrrrrrr

Brett Anderson and Ilya Lagutenko | Scorpio Rising

I’ve known about Ilya Lagutenko and his band Mummiy Troll for a really long time. But only recently did I really get to like them. Ilya does amazing live broadcasts on Instagram, one day I almost cried from happiness when I caught their live broadcast from a Tokyo show and he was singing in Japanese..

But his one is a collaboration with a British singer Brett Anderson. And yes, my ascending (rising) horoscope sign is Scorpio wshhhhhhh

Jamie Winchester and Hrutka Róbert | Hide and Seek

This could be a good time to confess that Jamie Winchester is actually one of my favorite artists in the world. He may not be tremendously big, but for me he’s got this personality and this creative genius that should be known to more people, I believe.

MIKA and Fedez | Beautiful Disaster

MIKA and Fedez both judged the Italian X-Factor, and that’s how they met. A nice side effect was this quite interesting video.

 

Jamie Winchester and Baba Yaga | Secret Combination

Baba Yaga records are extremely hard to find these days. I used to own an audio tape (!) by them back in… not even sure which year. Jamie met this Russian folk band at some kind of festival and they decided to do a project together called “Baba Yaga”, which was this eclectic- and unique-style band for some time. Their songs combine really vigorous folk singing in Russian and Jamie’s vocal and rock music. I really like another song by them, but there isn’t a video for it on YouTube.

PITINGO, Farah Siraj and Dorantes | Leila

This is a HT to my Lebanese origins (if you know what I mean 😉 ) PITINGO is a Spanish flamenco artist who also sings in other styles, and does many joint projects with other artists. Don’t know why, but his personality amazes me. He started his life’s career doing something different, but I think he was destined to eventually become what he is nowadays. (I do hope someone will invite him to play an elf in a fantasy movie one day :)))

 

Muerdo and Lola Membrillo (Perotá Chingó) | Semillas

In one interview, Muerdo said that his stage name literary means “a bite” in Spanish, but it’s another word for “a kiss”. I believe he has a great voice and a lot of expressiveness. In this feature he sings together with Lola Membrillo (aka Perotá Chingó).

 

Limitations of Linear Thinking

If I am ignorant, I am in the dark. If I am learned, I am in even greater darkness. ~ paraphrasing the Vedas.

Linear thinking is a way of, first of all, learning things. And, second, of performing cognitive operations with the things you have learned.

Cognitive operations are analysis, synthesis, comparison, etc. If both are linear (the learning and the building of new knowledge off of the already acquired knowledge), the individual plunges into infinite darkness where he or she never achieves illumination (or, as they say, “enlightenment”.)

Why?

Because of the limited nature of linear thinking. Imagine that the world looks like this.

And, say, the linear mind (liner learning + linear thinking) wants to explore Existence.

So, it goes like this.

It keeps tackling the question from multiple sides/facets, but keeps failing to grasp the big picture.

A linear mind is also puzzled by contradictions. It can’t see the whole.

How do you define linear?

Once in a English literature class the teacher drew a timeline of literary genres on the board. The timeline was linear and went consequently from one genre to another.

The teacher then said: “you may have noticed that certain genres come back within similar periods of time. If you look at the timeline in terms of cycles [classicism – decadence – renaissance – neo classicism, etc.], it will be easier for you to remember.”

In existence, linear motion comes across as very unnatural.

Think about these cycles:

spring | summer | fall | winter | spring

life | death | life

Q1 | Q2 | Q3 | Q4 | Q1

Linear represents a not fully natural, simplified picture of the phenomenal world.

Knowledge vs information

Albert Einstein famously said that “true knowledge comes from experience; everything else is information.” At least this quote is attributed to him.

If you have never been to Malaysia, no matter how much you “learn” about it from others, this is information. A human being has limited time in this world to have first-hand experiences. With that in mind, one should always remember that most of what they learn is useless. It’s like honey that was never gathered, but was only observed by an idle bee from the distance.

How to be truly phenomenal

Maybe I’ve been reading too much of Swami Vivekananda these days, and it’s been affecting my mind.. But, for what it’s worth >

Phenomenal = natural = accidental as in a “natural phenomenon.”

The opposite of linear thinking is phenomenal thinking (here’s to those of you who thought I’d say “spherical” or something like that.)

Existence is a natural phenomenon. By exploring it with a natural mind, you can get complete, non-contradictory knowledge.

I came across this analogy (and the quote from the Vedas) in the book “The Journey Continues: A sequel to Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master” by Sri M.

Non-contradictory knowledge

The reason I started this post with a quote from the Vedas, which is a great source of “phenomenal” (if in a slightly different sense) knowledge, is that, according to them, there are six sources of non-contradictory knowledge.

For your learning process to be phenomenal, all six should be in balance.

Image credit: Alexey Kljatov via Flickr

  1. Direct observation
  2. Testimony by an authority (who is to be trusted)
  3. Logic (including analysis, comparison, etc.)
  4. Experiment
  5. Intuition
  6. Non-existence!

My peculiar education

From an early age, I’ve been getting these insights about how the world works from time to time. They did not come from my teachers, my friends or my parents. They rather came from a source within me, which I cannot explain.

When the circumstances are right, I sometimes get a powerful message that “attacks” me with these three components at once:

  • deep idea
  • strong emotion
  • visual scheme

As for the visual scheme, I normally see it with my mind’s eye – no hallucinations, or course.

For example, one day I suddenly saw that the world’s gravity system is a hierarchy of escape holes (=black holes). At first, I could not believe my own idea. Yet pretty soon it was partially confirmed by scientists who discovered black holes inside atoms.

Could Tiny ‘Black Hole Atoms’ Be Elusive Dark Matter?

A Black Hole at the Heart of an Atom! PDF

Black hole in the nuclei of an atom

(If you are interested in this particular subject, there’s an article about it on my other blog.)

I often feel sorry for the people whose habit of using the linear mind is blocking them from receiving information in the same way I get some of “my” ideas.

The conclusion and the gist of this post is that the linear mind has its limitations. Intuition can serve like a flashlight in a dark forest and can illuminate the path ahead, if temporarily. It can help you take a shortcut.

This is not to say that intuition alone can be reliable. But linear thinking without its 5 other rightful companions (see “non-contradictory knowledge”) is doomed to bring progress at snail’s pace.

Acknowledgements

As I wrote before, I came across the original quote of the Vedas and the metaphor that a still mind beholds the absolute while reading “The Journey Continues: A sequel to Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master” by Sri M.

The person who told me about the six sources of non-contradictory knowledge was my friend and mentor Prof. M.I. Mikhailov. Together with his wife who is a mathematician, he co-authored “Key to the Vedas“, a scientific research that contains proof that the Vedas are nothing by syllabically-encoded mathematical-astronomical body of code. And, if you know the key, you can decipher the message contained in the great ancient scriptures.

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Why Is Wednesday a “Rain Day”?

The Japanese have a complex writing system. In addition to two alphabets, they also make ample use of Chinese hieroglyphs. But, if learning Chinese writing is difficult in itself, it becomes twice as difficult in the Japanese language, because each symbol has two “names”, a native Japanese name and a borrowed Chinese name.

Sounds crazy, I know. The native names are normally used for simple words made up of just one symbol. For example, 日  – means “the sun”, “sunlight”, or “day”. It’s pronounced as “hi” (just like the English word “he”). However, when this word is used with other characters , the Japanese pronounce it in a Chinese way – “ni” or “nichi”.

For example, 日曜日 (nichi-yo–bi) is Sunday in Japanese.

日本 (ni-hon) mean Japan.

In an overwhelming number of instances, I prefer Japanese “names” to their borrowed Chinese counterparts. For example, I really love the word 人”hito”, which means “person”, “people” or “human”. But I don’t really like “jin”, which is its borrowed Chinese cousin. The “jin” variant is used in compound words such as 外人 “gai-jin”, “foreigner.”

Wednesday, the “water day”

In Japanese, each day of week has its own symbol. For Sunday, it is the sun (日), as I said earlier. For Monday, it’s the moon (月) and Monday is 月曜日 (getsu-yo–bi) – the Moon Day.

But my favorite day is Wednesday.

The symbol which is used in this day of the week is this one – 水 – and it means water. The Chinese “name” of the symbol is “sui”, and Wednesday is “sui-yo–bi” (水曜日). This hieroglyph is the only exception for me, because it’s the only one for which I prefer the Chinese pronunciation over the Japanese version. The Japanese name for water is “mizu” (miso soup, anyone?)

The state of Missouri

Which brings me to an interesting discovery I made today. The American state of Missouri (and the Mississippi River) have Native American names. They say that indigenous tribes of America crossed Alaska in some really distant past, and that was how they got to this part of the world.

Before Alaska, they travelled from Altai through Siberia. If you look at the outfits, the facial features, and the traditions of Altai tribes, they do look a bit like Native Americans.

Left – a man from Altai, right – a Native American man

Come to think of the Japanese island of Hokkaido, which is in the very North of Japan. It’s quite different from the rest of the country, and they say its people are related to the tribes of Altai. There are some linguistic similarities between them, too.

Also, because Japan is so diverse (you can sense the Chinese influence in Central Japan and the South-most island of Okinawa looks like Hawaii or Tahiti to me), linguists can’t decide where to place the language. Some claim it’s related to Korean, others say it’s close to the Altai languages, while there’s a group that favors its likeness to Polynesia / Oceania tongues.

Still, the question remains…

So, I wonder if Missouri and Mississippi are called this way, because “mizu” (misu) means “water” in Japanese. I still don’t know why Wednesday is a rain day, but I’m pretty determined to find out.

:p

Pain Eater’s Girlfriend: The Prologue

Aenuee stood guard to the portals and times when he noticed an algorithm by the name of Fralandin idly making his way through the stars.

The guard sensed two conflicting tendencies in the algorithm that were mutually exclusive. On the one hand, Fralandin was oozing energy, ready to plunge into action at any moment. On the other hand, since he had completed the previous task too early, he reasoned – why not snooze around space for a little longer. And so he advanced, taking two steps forward, and one step backward. Until the cybernetic inertia and his craving of action brought him to the gates of Aenuee.

“Hey, Fralandin, lazy bones. Why don’t you make yourself useful?” asked the guard without saying a single word.

” Who is lazy bones? I assume you realize that I came to you at my own will, and you didn’t have to summon me. Swoosh-swoosh”, the energies inside Fralandin accelerated the way a person who wants to go to the bathroom becomes really desperate upon crossing the threshold of their apartment. Aenuee realized he’d better give Fralandin a task as soon as possible before he’s torn apart by the swirling of frequencies in him.

“All right, buddy. Can you see that vacuum, #PAX174? The Pain Eaters over there have too much on their plate, they are barely making it. It’s an interesting place, I bet you will love it. It’s relatively young and is in the process of transitioning to another level. So, we’ve been noticing many anomalies. Can you help them out? Can you see what’s going on over there?!”

All the energies inside Fralandin started to move at an accelerated pace. He was spilling fountains of energy all over the Nearport. And, once the acceleration had reached its climax and his focus on portal #PAX174 had become absolute, like an arrow, Fralandin’s essence darted in the gate’s swirling spirals.

And he vanished out of Aenuee’s sight completely.

Yours, Daniel Rayner – Upcoming Novel

Hello, hello…

Well, although, in my previous post, I promised not to write anymore, you should realize that that was the uncut version, and one that I wanted to post when I was fully resolved to quit blogging. 😉

Which is no longer the case.

Ukrainian artist Tatyana Glebova did this amazing illustration (above) for my upcoming novel, “Yours, Daniel Rayner”

The novel is based on various dreams that I’ve had in the past few years. Even the main character of the novel, Daniel, is a person from one of my dreams.

There’s a Russian-language short variant available online. I really want to translate it into English, hopefully in a few weeks’ time.


Besides, there’s another work I have in mind. It’s called “Pain-Eater’s Girlfriend”.

The story is as follows.

The story is set in New Jersey. Alison Page is an ordinary schoolgirl who is prone to unexplainable fits of depression.

One day, a bike accident makes her cross paths with Takeshi Yokimura, the most mysterious boy in their school. Takeshi used to be bullied a lot because if his extraordinary intellect. But after four boys beat him up and get into a horrible car accident immediately after that, everyone begins to be frightened of Takeshi and he doesn’t have any friends.

After Takeshi helps Alison in the bike accident, he acts as if he is her boyfriend. Little by little, Alison realizes that Takeshi is not only a freak, but also is not even human. He’s part of the pain processing algorithm that got incarnated on Earth in order to solve tricky causes of psychic pain. He’s after Alison because of her inexplicable depression attacks.


So, which one do you think I should complete first? 😉

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