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[Alexandr Korol]

in the position of a writer — I need no other laurels. And you shouldn’t forget that either. Do you even know why “Alternative History” is a first-person novel, structured as a matrix within a matrix, a matrix within a matrix? So that you not only wouldn’t demand anything from the author, Alexandr Korol, as a person from your world, but so that even from the author who is the protagonist in the book — since he is also writing this very book, telling the story — it turns into a book within a book, a book within a book, so that you understand that he, too, is just a writer. Meaning, I am just a writer. I am this protagonist of the book. I am also a writer. I am not God, nor the Son of God — I am simply a writer. Just like experimental music exists, right? We aren’t the ones to judge. Sometimes, instead of singing, people howl; sometimes, sounds are distorted in reverse — that’s still art. And so, I create art.
And the conclusion I come to is that I realize there are countless worlds within “Mother of God,” meaning it is multilayered. This “Mother of God,” this entire system in which people live, is divided into millions of levels — spiritual, material, light, dark, from low to high — just an endless number of worlds, and I begin traveling through them. I connect to them and start experiencing different states just because I plug into something. Imagine that each of you is already assigned to something, like coordinate points — someone is spiritual, bright, material, level 5. Each of you is already connected to something, and you transmit that; you are a broadcast of what you are connected to. And all of you are connected to different things. Now imagine that I connect to your source — you, my reader — I connect to your source, and I literally become like you, become you. If you are obsessed and lustful, I start becoming the same way. If you are extremely angry, envious, and cowardly, I start feeling the same things, and this begins happening to me in the third volume. Every day, I experience feelings and thoughts that are not mine, and I realize that I am simply connected to something. The only conclusion I can make at that moment is that I need to remain an observer, not react, just acknowledge that these feelings are not mine, these thoughts are not mine, and then ask — who am I, truly? And I realize that I am this observer from the outside. That in every world I enter, I am merely a guest. And so I begin traveling through all these multiverses — can you imagine? And I realize that I can lose myself in them. And this happens in a specific way: if I start believing that these thoughts and feelings are mine,