“An inky black stream, sometimes punctuated by neon signs and light from windows, flowed in front of him. A river with stars burning inside. Above, silent and indifferent as usual, but today also unusually gloomy, hung the sky. It was also dotted with lights. It seemed that two higher worlds had met, intersected and were preparing to spill out into each other. But an abyss separated them: for the universe it was a trifle, but for a person it was a whole life...”