Ash… A shapeless, colorless substance. Does it have a smell? Romantics and poets will protest: in their view, something smells even the stars — out there, far away… Chemists will politely remain silent. What could be simpler, skeptics will say — you smell it and you’ll know. Alas, with such success you can only touch the wind or listen to the night’s darkness. A human being isn’t given to sense the elusive scent, to hear the unspoken word, or to see the secret pattern of karma threads. Sometimes people who never met in life and were strangers to each other somehow draw close only after death — not they themselves, but their mortal remains, dust, ash. And this proximity weaves the destinies of entirely other, living people. For good or… is it for good?