Reality or fantasy, both words have no special relation to this book, but whether this story happened or maybe its time has not yet come is neither for me nor for you to judge. There is a time for everything and a place for this or that matter in the universe, from which bodies and souls are woven, they forge their destinies among lonely stars and galaxies, where we will never go. The fates of those who once went into the distant, dark blue space and one day overtook all those who once before him went in search of a distant star, in ancient times, left their mark on lonely planets. Only by the scale of the remains of human buildings and fragments of culture can one judge how suitable the planet is and how long one can live on it before it becomes unsuitable. Many people from the new 4th Generation of earthlings have gone to another world or disappeared in it forever, without leaving a trace to this point.