The complete Classics shelf: 15 annotated editions with new introductions, notes and reading guides by Dima Grossman.

A seal pup behind a tiny red kit on the ice, dead serious about the beat — the band is taking applications. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

The guitars float, the drums spin slow, the lights keep the beat — the first concert where the whole band is weightless. #ai — an AI-made clip.

Seven glowing orbs, zero drops. The future’s street performers are already better than us — and the crowd knows it. #ai — an AI-made clip.

Nobody bought a ticket for the sky. It just showed up — falling stars over the lantern stalls, and a whole town with its face turned up. #ai — an AI-made clip.

She isn’t really there. That’s the point. A voice made of light over a city that never sleeps — and ten thousand windows watching. #ai — an AI-made clip.

The seal pup is back on the tiny red kit — and this time a beluga surfaces beside the ice and answers on a bubble ring. The band is growing. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

Belugas surfacing in clear arctic water — the animals closest to this house’s heart. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

Belugas surfacing in dark winter water, breath smoking in the cold air — calm, huge, unbothered. The animals closest to this house’s heart. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

Seals resting on the floes at sunset, one eye on the camera. #ai — an AI-made clip; the real ones are out there on the real ice.

A beluga calf blows a perfect bubble ring, loses it in the kelp, and catches it again — a whole story in ten seconds. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

A beluga calf stays close to its mother in the blue — the animals closest to this house’s heart. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

Hammer, anvil and a shower of sparks — the forge behind Blacksmith & Witches. #ai — an AI-made clip of the craft that named the house.

Northern lights rolling green and violet over cold water and a snowy shore. #ai — an AI-made clip, northern to the bone.

Red-hot steel on the anvil, the hammer coming down in rhythm until a blade stands up out of the fire. #ai — an AI-made clip of the craft that named the house.

A white seal pup on the morning snow, mother close behind. #ai — an AI-made clip; the real ones are out there on the real ice.

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The quench — a glowing blade goes into the barrel and the forge answers with steam. #ai — an AI-made clip of the craft that named the house.

The whole way down: moons and cloud tops, then one tiny lit camp on a dark shore — somewhere down there is Kepler. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

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Storm waves breaking on black rock at dusk — the northern sea showing its teeth. #ai — an AI-made clip, northern to the bone.

Seals hauled out on the rocks while the winter surf breaks white around them — wild, alive, and completely at home in it. #ai — an AI-made clip, shared for the love of the real ones.

A dark ship hangs over black waves at dusk and its lights start sweeping the snowy shore — looking for something. Follow for Ep. 2. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Beneath the frozen sea, lights move in a slow line toward the shore — too big, too patient. The water itself is carrying it in. Follow for Ep. 3. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Night shore. The waves bring a light that is not moonlight, and out in the shallows something vast stands where nothing should stand. The sea has changed. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Engines lit before the sun. The ship climbs out of the cloud sea over an ocean that is not Earth’s — and everything below holds its breath. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Older than the ships, older than the stations. It crosses the ringed giant’s light without hurrying — the way it has crossed for a thousand years. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

It was not built. It was found — a ring of light hanging over the winter sea, and the ships that go through it do not come back the same. The gates are the saga’s oldest mystery. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Under the domes the lights are warm. Outside: grey dust, the mines, and a planet so big it fills the sky. Home, for the people who dig the future out of a dead moon. #ai — an AI-made clip from the world of Paul of Teraura.

Our own cosmic flight: nebula fields, a lone ship, a ringed planet and an orbital sunrise, cut to an original deep-trance track forged in-house. Unmute and drift. #ai — an AI-made journey, music and all.

Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Verne, Nietzsche, Gogol, Wells and more — annotated editions by Dima Grossman, on Lulu.