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Simply, I did not find my feet through too strong a showing of the dreams (and at once), you cannot describe a reincarnated and complex conception of 'some sort of gas' out of necro-matter with millions of frozen degrees straight away as it ought to be... above all for the approach of some colour after billions of years gone by, through an unimagined choice of pictures in a fast dream... Because the colour was not only a colour! It is interesting too that I first dreamt the event and only many years later - would go looking for it as the smallest proof in our praiseworthy books...

But... already from the first scientific press on my self-destruct switch, all sorts of things would happen, that is, before our 'imagined' scientific Bang as a kind of signpost towards the bottom of many dreams, because, the Angelic Choirs thundered in the first one, and through the G universe: 'Souls of the righteous – Report!'

Even mythologically, I never studied the Indian summers in the souls of superraces at all, it never so much as crossed my mind, and since then they have become contemptibly more lasting, like ours – the global one. But those springs too, alongside the autumn deadenings, seem to have vanished on account of that foggy 'look' through the first-grown SF dream, and a universe ever less clear to us... Because, for the sake of several beings in this novel the opening guilts choose a still fiercer rush into somebody's dream – the next one! From there, that is, with 'those somewhat' later dreams but from the end of our third millennium and out of ever deeper looks... they peer into an unimaginably plain mark – the Spiritual X Empires.