About the book: year / ***Copy-paste from the first volume*** The stars look at people. In the past and the new world there are those who owe everything to the stars. When the heavenly bodies look especially closely at a person, noticing potential in him, they endow him with a gift. Simple or complex, it's up to them to decide. Someone acquires the ability to find their way among deserts, swamps and dense forests in the womb. Someone is born a born blacksmith or a miser, that is, I wanted to say a merchant, of course a merchant. I was lucky in my past life. I was born heir to the imperial throne. My life was spent in comfort and luxury. Marked at birth by the largest cluster of stars, I became the youngest Voice of the Pleiades in the history of my world. And yet, I lost. I died protecting my family's star stele. And the birth star thanked me. My new life begins in another world, where the stars still look intently at people, but for some reason I like to look at smartphones more.