The world is a swamp, disastrous for any person. A trap world, sucking blood and “valuable personnel” from neighboring worlds, because there are almost none of its own left. Mir-Ouroboros, a snake biting its own tail. There is no way out of there. Not because it doesn’t exist, but because searching for it requires specific knowledge. True, we still need to guess about this. To understand what the magic of this world is. This means you also need life experience and a little luck. True, the luck of the heroine, who has the atypical profession of “programmer” for a woman, is also very specific, bringing nothing but grief and pain. She is a living person with strengths and weaknesses, not a superhero. Will she find her way home? The swamp is a swamp because it is extremely reluctant to let go of its victims. And finally, is it possible to love someone for whom a one-way road is the goal of her whole life?