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[Alexandr Korol]

Ah, right, I remembered! I had a dream... There were a lot of dreams, just so you understand — like every hour I had a different dream. And in those dreams, something was constantly being done to me. They were all strange, like different real lives. And there was this theme that a chakra was activating in me — the one responsible for fire. And it was so powerful that everyone around me began to feel it, just from it igniting in me. Some people nearby started sensing it. Then I began to see — from there, as if from the stomach, or rather, from the chest area, between the chest and stomach, from the center of the solar plexus — as if a beam of light was coming out. That’s the kind of thing I dreamt. Then I was trying to activate the chakra yesterday before falling asleep. The point is, I’m decoding everything — trying to distribute the Tarot suits into four groups, all into fours, all those allegories. There’s so much you can sort into four groups. I’m sorting everything into these four groups — north, south, west, east too — figuring out which is which, which one is sky, which is earth, which is the underworld, which is death. And I’m decoding all of that. I was given, it turns out, the most important hint — that the fourth element is death, and the fifth is fire. And now, finally, I can sort everything properly into groups. Every day I’m writing this out, checking it, searching for all these groups everywhere, starting to align everything: what is spring, what is summer, what is autumn, what is winter. Then I’m also trying to decode everything about why there aren’t just four worlds with the fifth being the sun, but rather that there are seven worlds and the eighth is the sun. And why? I’m trying to figure out what each one represents. But I also understand that it all seems to be the same thing, and yet I have this thought — as if I’ve now come to know four worlds, and for them there is the Sun. And it’s as if there are still four more worlds, as if four opposing worlds — maybe this is connected with the poles. If you imagine a cube, there are many ways to form sets of worlds in groups of four: four this way, four that way. Maybe it divides like that, I don’t know. So, take the cube. If we look at it from above, we see one thing — but it’s a spiral, the top, the crown. If we look from below, it’s the same thing but reversed. Maybe that’s how it ends up being eight, not four. I don’t know, but there has to be eight in the end. There must be something like that — either mirrored or opposite. Like everything is the same, but just like there are women,