He's alone again. Alone in front of the sky... alone with himself... with whom he fought for so many years... and there is no strength to tear himself off the ground... But someone's strong hands grabbed him, and he lost consciousness. And when he came to his senses, he saw that above him were the vaults of a grotto, and next to him was someone else’s cauldron... the roar of a waterfall... and someone’s reflection trembling at the bottom of the cauldron. Moreover, smoke from the fire and a feeling of heaviness. A tear ran down his bloodless face. Someone added brushwood to the fire and said: “There are signs of the earth being submerged in water.” And he felt how the weight smeared his body and pushed him somewhere back, as if squeezing him out of life, turning it inside out... And now life was rushing through him like an oncoming train. A life that was no longer his...