Two hours later, Tammy again came across the footprints of a centipede: “Yes, what is it!” she cursed in her hearts. “And this centipede, where did it come from?”. - Traces Tammy could not read, but she could draw logical conclusions. She took another look at the pure black surface, adorned with two parallel lines of footprints. It became clear that this same centipede was running, now in one direction, then in the other, as dogs usually do in search of food. And this meant that it was impossible to determine in which direction these monsters lived or rather lived.

And Tammy was tormented by one question, how did this...