The endless sea of sun-scorched steppe, spreading at your feet. The nostrils are dilated, they are itching from the spicy smell of thousands of herbs, the pulse is heard in the temples like a dull drumbeat, the pupils run in different directions, unable to stop, and the body is covered with cold, despite the heat, sticky sweat. You stand, with difficulty opening your eyes, filled with disgusting, already dried mucus, and look around, not believing yourself. Because this cannot be... Because a bird of prey is soaring in the endless heights, spreading its wide wings, and then, against the bright blue background of the sky, two moons slowly float one after another... This is not the Earth. This is a different, young and wild world. A world in which a person is just beginning his timid and uncertain steps. The world in which you have to live. He is ready to accept you, despite the fact that you are a stranger to him. A weed brought from another planet. Even if this planet is called Earth. Go forward, man, because there is no turning back...