3 (English translation)

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I was thrown out of his world.
I was staring at the lifeless body of a colleague whose name I didn’t know—
and never will.
A name…
He never had one.
All his conscious life, he devoted himself to honing his skills…
Only to burn out.
…
But his flame lives.
It lives within me.
The final breath of a tired man…
Lord…
Lord!
Help me!

I ran out of the room and rushed into the corridor.
The candles burned brighter.
A single line froze in my vision:
“Run.”
I am a medium.
I helped people escape reality.
But now it was my turn.
To the exit!
To the exit!

Wet asphalt clung to my feet, trying to hold me back…
But it won’t succeed!
I remembered.
February.
Today.
I pass through the steel gates and break free…

Into a field.
…
A field…
There is no sun.
Instead, the moon.
Snow lies around the city.
And I am freezing.
I’m terribly cold…
And I begin to tremble.

I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t know where I’ll end up.
My fingers go numb.
My legs grow cold…
And despite the frostbite…
I keep walking.

Primitive structures appear along my path, and I don’t understand what they are…
I’ve lived too long inside heavy metal to recognize soft clay…
But my gaze catches a metallic church dome.
“Shelter!”
I think, and run inside.
My teeth chatter, my legs shake, and when I burst inside…
I fall.
I laugh.
My joyful cry echoes through the empty space…
Candles.
Their gentle, real flame illuminates the altar with icons of apostles I never believed in.
I believe in nothing…
In nothing but flame.

Through pain, I crawl across the floor like a madman toward that warmth…
The candles beckon me.
When I reach them, I begin warming my hands.
Blood pulses.
I look up, kneeling…
And for the first time…
For the first time, I want to believe in the existence of God—
in the existence of someone I could neither see nor feel…

I’ve lost everything.
I don’t know where to go.
But I am free!
Free…

The echo of that thought reverberates in my head, clouding my mind and dulling my senses…
I don’t notice the doors opening.
I don’t notice someone entering the church.
I don’t hear the cold walls darken,
or the soft steps of a gentle person growing louder…

I close my eyes.
And I pray.
To whom?
To God.
Which one?
I no longer know.
My world has collapsed.
And a new one has not yet been created.
I am trying to pray a new world into existence…

But my world smiles.
“Is that you, Uncle Shaman?)”
!
That voice!
Could it be the Holy Virgin Mary?!
No…
No!
Lord!
Lord!!!
To my right stood Alicia, leaning down and looking at me with a gentle smile…
She…
She……
I break.
I rush toward her.
I hug her as tightly as I can.
I do it without thinking.
I cry.
Loudly.
Sincerely.
And I don’t expect her to understand…

But she places her hand on my head and begins to stroke it.

“Easy, easy…” she shakes her head, laughing through tears as well.
“It’s alright.
It’s alright…”

It’s alright…
My old world is destroyed…
And the new one…
Is stroking my head.