Li&Louie

… In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun 'Til we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine

… We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

… And our friends are all aboard Many more of them live next door And the band begins to play

… Full steam ahead, Mister Boatswain, full steam ahead Full steam ahead it is, Sergeant (Cut the cable, drop the cable) Aye-aye, sir, aye-aye Captain, captain

Ksandr's lonely night.

Once he was one of the knights-priests, who, in the name of the Lightest Lord, cleanse Obelicta from filth, but for stubbornness and pride he was expelled from the ranks of the organization. Now he is an ordinary hunter of evil spirits. No one cares about his lost, tainted soul. Except maybe one person. Will they ever see each other again?

On a warm summer night, Beatrice relaxes with a pipe of aromatic herbs and a bottle of elven brew. She is curious about the secrets behind their amazing drinks. Do they use plums from their magic groves, or raspberries from their hidden meadows, or fly-agarics from their mysterious woods? She doesn't know, but she likes the taste and the effect.

Beatrice gazes at the deep ocean, anticipating her date's arrival.