About the book: year / - Rick, are you really a person? Something strange. - As you can see, arms, legs, head, everything is like yours. Is there something confusing? - I think... either I’ve read a lot of fantasy, or you...? I get up, come closer to him, almost hang over him, look at his hands - they are already normal, on his neck the gray pattern with scales disappears almost before my eyes. I frown and look into his eyes, and sharply point my finger at his face: “Here!” Your eyes are like... these... well... Your pupils are vertical and you blink strangely... and there was something on your neck, I’m not blind. Tell me, who are you? — and I take a step back. “I thought you’d ask: Where am I?” How did you get here? Why am I here?