— What are you singing about, shungite? — About what I have seen: about mists, about stars that fell into the water, about eternity, which is closer than it seems...
24 Jul 2026
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And the surface, the texture... different every time. And every time it pulls you in.
03 Jul 2026
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Everything's like fog. Still, you don't let go. You believe. Dream. Imagine new things.
01 Jul 2026
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Sent out so much. Nothing comes back. Silence.
01 Jul 2026
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Shungite absorbed the sound of waves, the whisper of the forest, and the spells of the wind.
18 Jun 2026
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I need to force myself to do something. I've got almost no strength left, and no desire either.
11 Jun 2026
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It's been more than five weeks of doing almost nothing. It's driving me crazy.
08 Jun 2026
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Light changes faster than form can adapt to it.
02 Jun 2026
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Some works wait years for their final form.
02 Jun 2026
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Silence does not always mean the absence of sound.