Often, in our time, we hear about the end of the world.
Our planet—and all of humanity—has been given the most elaborate doomsdays: prophecies of nuclear winter, drowning from global warming, wars for food, or a cosmic body from the dark depths of space that, even if it doesn’t hit our blue suffering sphere, will certainly hook it with its tail and infect it with some kind of creatures.
This time, the apocalypse happens in a neighboring dimension, after a biological catastrophe—the very one to which the hero of Nikolai Matveev’s book goes.