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[Alexandr Korol]

Further on, when I wake up today, January 11, 2026, I don’t understand how much time has passed. I don’t feel that this is a new day. I don’t understand at all, as if all of this is something single continuing. There is no feeling of time and space, there are no thoughts. And my friend and I meet in the kitchen, we start discussing all of this, and in parallel I ask the artificial intelligence once more about what the sun and the moon are, that the moon has two worlds, the sun has two worlds, that there is the star towards which I am heading, and in general — what do you think about this? And I start discussing this with my friend, and I say that I can’t understand… In this, probably, lies that tricky thing the higher power was always hinting to me about — that one object can seem like a different object, that is, one element can be another element, and everyone counts them as separate elements, but it turns out that this is one and the same thing, and everyone gets confused in their accounts, that is, in the numbers. And here I start reasoning like this: “Well, alright. Just as in the world of the moon there are two worlds, and in the world of the sun there are two worlds. That is, in total there are four of them.” And some kind of fifth element is being formed, which in essence is not there, which is the star. That is, precisely the mixing, the coming to know, the freeing from the four worlds — heaven, earth, the underground kingdom, and the world of the dead — that is, morning, day, evening, night. When you free yourself from this, when you come to know this, then all this together is something fifth, that is, something new, which is the Spirit, which is the star. But further on I begin to reflect even more interestingly, more deeply. I think: “But what about the seven days of the week?” After all, I was trying to figure this out in the eighth volume of “Alternative History.” That is the most alchemical volume of mine in the whole novel. What are the seven days of the week, what are the seven colors of the rainbow… And I then supposed that the world of the dead, that is, the corridor, is something central and common. And on the left side there are three worlds, and on the right side three worlds, and in the centre there is one more element, which is the common one. That is, this is how I reasoned. That is, I was thinking that there is Monday, that is, the moon, and Sunday, that is, the sun. And they have some other days specifically of this world, that is, of the sun and of the moon. And so it turns out three and three. And in the middle something common that connects these two worlds like a bridge. And I called this precisely death, that is, such an element.