"...He is able to remember past lives... May the gods protect him from this... A gift... Not a gift - an evil curse...... The ancient stone witch's witch's medicine, swelled up, rose up to the very clouds with its wind-slicked grin... And the ancient stone witch doctor grew stronger, gained strength, the pure smells of a wet autumn forest, the taste of burning... the wrong kind of burning - nothing that people usually burn smells like that...... From time immemorial, the local god Svetovit has been fighting with the god of the Unearthly Shore. Both sincerely wish good for the opposite shore, but they see a good beginning in different things... And yet, the struggle of order against disorder is too simple. There is something else hidden under this, but what? To understand, you probably need to live more than one life...... And the rusty whirlwinds curled and curled around, darkened, became denser, and from there... then, from this flickering movement, a shaggy clawed paw reached out, just barely reaching, tearing the air right at the throat, and a greedy fanged mouth clanged at the very ear...... And a cold, but alive and joyful light flashed on the small soiled palm.