About

Out beyond the balcony window, where the distance opens up, is a special place. Adventures hide there—big journeys and deeds. Mysterious stream valleys that braid through Lithuania, deep springs where you could sink into the sand. Crooked trees—proof that a witch might once have lived here.

Sometimes tales are needed not only by children, but by grown-ups too. I’d even say they sometimes need them more. That’s true for me as well—so here I write down the stories I create in spare time after work, the drawings, the songs.

These tales are listened to by the whole family—nine-year-old Augustas evaluates the scribbling. Four-year-old Benediktas listens and decides whether it’s nonsense or not. My wife — clearly the most morally mature person in the family — just smiles, though sometimes the smile is maybe a bit wider too.

Some of the tales even have maps—on weekends you can try to follow them and visit the places you read about.

Stay a while, come back again—updates here are frequent, and things are never finished and can change. And if you’re an adult—I promise, no one will know; everyone here is sunk into twilight.

Sincerely yours,
Kasparas (AKA "/u/rat_at_twilight")

P.S. I'm not a native English speaker, so please enjoy the extra character created by the grammar mistakes. You can find the original, Lithuanian versions at sutemudirbtuves.lt

AI usage policy

Drawing and writing are my hobby. But sometimes (especially with the horror tales) I don't have the time — or the wish — to draw. Then, so that the text has something beside it, I generate the picture with AI. Don't be cross — the great majority of what you'll find here really is made by me, and AI is just a tool for getting to the result: a tale, served up for the evening.