An aspiring writer of romantic poetry is looking for an unusual reality, which he saw as a child on a cliff in the ocean. He decides to write a novel, and cannot go beyond the “clumsy fence of everyday consciousness.” Lack of experience and disbelief in the attainability of the top of the Sisyphean mountain of knowledge interfere. But he was sure that strong feelings were somewhere in the depths of his sleeping feelings. “To strengthen the desire to write, you need to look into the depths of the tragedy of human existence.” I realized that creativity is based on tragedy. In a dream, he talks with a shaman.