Give me power over all the claws, wings and tentacles of the world - and I will probably lose my human essence. However, have I ever possessed it? After all, we were born with this power, and isn’t it our legal right to command cruel monsters? But it seems that this power is slipping through my fingers... In response to my thoughts, I see only dozens of emotionless whitish eyes in front of me. And fear gets under your skin from their gaze. And this world of yours - with factory refrigerators, with networks of wires across the sky and crowds of passengers underground - it seems to have already prepared a welcome cage for people like me.