“...I dictate this text from inside a cocoon of an in-between existence. What that means, I’ll explain later. Before me, in a transparent capsule suspended in a force field, lies a disgusting corpse of a traitor—one that has been preserved forever. It is this corpse that has thrown us into an endless abyss. On the stereo screens, a landscape of an unimaginable world unfolds—an inferno of a catastrophic star spiral. I know for sure that this monstrous world is not mine, not human—it is hostile.”