taken literally—there was no actual five-headed monster, so to speak. It was all in the same vein as what is happening to me now in this novel, “Alternative History.” And I see that in his penultimate labor, Heracles descended into the underworld, where the three-headed dog Cerberus was. I think, “Unbelievable. I was there physically. I was physically there, and now I have emerged from it.” Not everyone can escape from there — everyone descends, even Jesus was in the underworld, can you imagine? And the most interesting thing is — do you know what? What I later realized. But alright, I’ll get to that later. Or maybe I shouldn’t. I mean, it’s just incredibly fascinating. It is precisely the Saturday before Sunday. Sunday — in the literal sense of the word. Don’t think of it as just the day before your workweek. Do you understand? Saturday — whose day is it, and when does it end? That is all sacred knowledge. Then comes Sunday. The Ressecurtion, right? Let’s put it that way, where does it come from? He is Ressecurted. So I first draw a parallel with Heracles and realize — wow, so he really did go through twelve labors, the eleventh was in the underworld, and the twelfth labor was him searching for a tree, a garden with trees, where there were three apples. He had to find those three golden apples. And once he found them, he had completed all his labors. Then, naturally, he dies and ascends, let’s say, into the world of the gods, becoming a god. But! Then I start to understand that these three apples are my fully completed matrix. That when I fully complete it, I will have to extract three geometric figures from it — they must be identical but of three different sizes. These are the three apples. The three golden apples. And when he was searching for them, it was the same as what I am doing now, searching for them. Essentially, I just need to see them — I can’t find them in my matrix yet, I still need to attach some sticks, do you understand? And the most intriguing paradox — I even ask the Mystic-Old-Man, “Since the fifth volume is about death, will I decipher the matrix and find these three golden apples in the fifth volume?” And he says, “No, not in the fifth.” I think, “So there will be more volumes? Ohhh! So much information! Ohhh!” Well, there is no turning back, as Big Alexander once told me in childhood — take up the cross and go. That is my work for the system. And from here, it only gets more interesting.
Then it gets even more interesting. Just as in the underworld in the fourth volume, I found myself in different multiverses, physically experiencing