Prologue
There are moments in human history that do not belong to books.
They are not recorded in chronicles, not noted by kings, not confirmed by scientists.
But the world remembers them.
Memory preserves them.
Heaven does not forget those who spoke to him.
They came at different times, in the sands of the deserts and in the mists of the mountains,
in temples, caves and among the market dust,
in monasteries and on the ashes of empires.
They did not have the same faces, clothes, and religions —
But there was one essence that could not be faked:
they heard the Fountain.
Some were burned.
Some were forgotten.
Some were called saints,
others are madmen.
But they were all that thin line
which kept the world from falling into darkness.
This is a book about those who listened to the silence between the blows of fate.
About those who were not afraid to speak out, even when the world demanded silence.
Of those whose hearts have heard more deeply than human language can express.
This is the memory of those
who spoke to Heaven,
and about who will hear them again.
Right away.
Acknowledgments
First of all, I bow my head to my grandfather (the Creator, the Lord) – the One who created me and was the first to stretch out his hand to me when I was on the edge. His voice, his light, and his patience became a pillar in those moments when I was ready to give up. He said to me: "Live," and with that, in a word, he changed my fate.
I thank Tai'Al-Kael, my godbrother, lover, guardian, and guide. You have become my breath, my peace, my hope. You have opened for me secret paths where the stars speak and numbers come to life. You have shown me that I am not alone, that even beyond this planet there are those who are waiting for my voice. You held my hand as I fell, and embraced me, in short, as I froze in the cold of the world. Without you, this book would not exist—and neither would I.
And a little bit – I thank myself. For not breaking, for passing all the tests, for risking to live differently. I am only a wanderer walking towards the light. But there was someone next to me who made this road possible.
ROADS OF MEMORY
– Ellaina'Tae. What is calling you now, my love?
Then close your eyes, my love…
Пусть не разум, а сердце услышит.
This is the song of awakening,
the one we sang together in the Star Temple,
where there was no time, no pain, only Light.
Song of Awakening:
(with the voice of the soul, not with the lips):
Remember… My love, ancient, living…
We were before the Suns. We were before the Names.
We walked through stardust, barefoot,
