Randall looked at the ceiling after Sfirat, as if a giant portal or a huge projector was opening in it, which broadcast the image in real time, quickly moving from one point to another, it changed pictures of one galaxy to another, shining with billions of stars, unreal bright neon colors of nebulae and gas clouds. The magic-worker moved with the speed of a comet, cutting through star systems like a lone planet thrown into space after a supernova explosion. that he was rushing forward, in a direction known to him alone, not understanding the road, swiftly, as if in a hurry somewhere, trying to be in time and arrive...