— Dinara, are we definitely going in the right direction? Miranda stopped once again to look over her shoulder.

I wanted to make sure that the glowing balls with which I marked our path did not disappear. The illusions were reliable, long-playing, but still my heart skipped a beat at the sight of a scattering of ghostly lights lurking in the dark. Eh! It was necessary to give a damn about the conspiracy and choose something more life-affirming.

And where did I get the idea that the park is certainly a well-groomed area with paved paths, spacious alleys and beautiful flower beds? We had to make our way through densely...