Alexandr Korol

Interesting, isn’t it? Can you imagine? What is this? And then... So, alright, I’ve always said that this is my world, that I could enter the worlds of people, but I always arrived in their worlds from my own otherworldly realm. And when I became Alexandr Korol with my first books, that was me descending into the world of people. But then I left it — now I have left it, and I am back in my own otherworldly world. But you see, these boundaries are almost imperceptible. Who really knows how this works? But in reality, it is structured in a very fascinating way. If I were to shift my consciousness right now into the world of the sky, then all the people of the sky world who had ever encountered me in life would suddenly start thinking about me or remembering me. And I would begin walking through the streets and places of that world, thinking and wishing the same way they do, and everything they have in the sky world — it’s like Wi-Fi. If I were to enter the world of the earth right now, then all the people of the earth world who had ever met me in my life would suddenly remember me, all at once. They would all want to write to me, meet me, or discuss something with me. And beyond that, both the sky world and the earth world have many different layers and dimensions, where people perceive me in various ways, each with different nuances. And then there is also the world of the underworld. And here’s the most interesting part — when I retreat into the otherworldly realm, the people of the earth world, for example, seem to erase me from their minds, as if they have forgotten me. It’s like... I exist, but they can’t even remember me unless I choose to let them. That’s how strangely this works. And I think, “Unbelievable.” But really, I have always entered the world of people in a very precise way. I have always felt it, and I have always described it like this — when I am alone in this “corridor,” it feels like I am truly here and now, with this insane clarity, completely sober, aware, seeing everything from the outside, seeing all layers of society, all the worlds. This is how I described it even as a child. And the most interesting thing is that it feels as if I am a ghost. But even more fascinating — it feels as if I am immortal. It doesn’t feel like immortality in the way one might expect; rather, what I have always noticed is the moment when I start to feel mortal. That’s what I always recognized. The moment I began forming friendships or building personal relationships — when I was younger and entered into connections — I immediately felt as if a countdown had started, a clock ticking in reverse, as if everything had been set in motion,