About the book: year / People would probably call it a miracle - the process of transforming the spark of the soul into a new being. But I only remember the pain. Transcendent. Such that you don’t even have the strength to scream. Something went wrong, and I wriggled like a snake in the capsule. Now in my memories lives what no angel is supposed to remember. Scraps of earthly lives and the man who centuries ago was my heaven. I do strange things, obeying an impulse, and I am the only one who sees the entrance to a dead world, where there is no longer a place for the servants of the Celestial Empire. Maybe I was someone's experiment from the very beginning?