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Continuation....GratitudeFirst 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 ...

17.02.2026
PrologueThere are lands that do not simply remain silent — they breathe through ash.There are empires that did not disappear — they were erased.And there is memory that belongs to no time at all.When my feet touched the scorched soil of Tartaria, I ...

17.02.2026
PROLOGUEWhen the first rays of the stars touched the young Earth, those who knew the rhythm of Creation descended here.They did not come as conquerors, but as Sowers.In every form, in every breath, in every drop of blood, they left memory codes so ...

17.02.2026
PrologueThey say that a person is born to live. But this is a lie that we have been led to believe. A person is born to remember. Remember who he was before he was named. Before he was told that he was a nobody. Before his life was turned into a ...

17.02.2026
Уважаемый читатель!Мы не утверждаем, что все, что написано здесь, в книге, является ИСТИННОЙ! Мы всего лишь в поиске этой Истины. Возможно, когда-нибудь, мы ее обязательно найдем, но на данный момент, мы делаем лишь первые шаги на этом пути.Мы ...

16.02.2026
ПРОЛОГМолчание бывает громче любого крика. А тишина, наступившая после взрыва ненависти, — гуще ночи и холоднее вечной мерзлоты. В Тронном зале Дворца Миров больше не было праздника. Было поле боя, ещё не начавшегося, но уже предопределённого. ...

15.02.2026