Interest is the path to results. It was interest that became the motive to go on a long and gloomy journey.
On September 5, 1977, a Wanderer in aluminum armor took off into the skies in order to conquer distant spaces. Cutting through the atmosphere, he plunged into icy darkness, filled with silence and the light of distant lights illuminating myriad possible paths. And that was the beginning of his century-long odyssey.
Native lands filled with high mountains, deep waters, bustling cities, quiet villages and sun-warmed fields have long been left far behind the traveler. Loving families, beautiful landscapes of ancient nature, a variety of cuisines from all over the world, art. All of this had lost sight of our hero for so long that it seemed to have aged and faded. Gebekli Tepe, Babylon, Ancient Rome, the Cenozoic era, flash by on a worn film.
No matter how beautiful and huge Jupiter's granite grandeur was, its stone structure could not resist the crushing blow of his supremacy of Fate. Hundreds of small, brightest stars were hopelessly extinguished in the chronos stream. As the Wanderer moved purposefully forward, Chaos quietly covered his tracks.
In the beginning, the Milk River spread out in an endless channel. The record says that it was previously called the "Milky Way". Now it is a dried-up huge ditch, from which Aquarius can no longer drink a cup, and Sagittarius cannot moisten his faithful arrows. Astrology? Not at all. The constellations here have long lost the power given to them by birth. The sky here is nothing more than a worn carpet.
Astrophobia is the fear of stars and space. But our Knight could not be a hero if he was afraid of these silent dead – the black devouring Phoenix proudly gave way to the Wanderer. The endless space scares with its infinity. The sun blazes with its immense flame. And yet it's so intriguing. But who are they trying to see in the distance between the dusty galaxies, when garbage crunches indifferently under their feet ? Naive minds are anxiously and meticulously examining the most ancient painting by a mysterious artist while a storm is raging outside the window. An unknown meteorite messenger rushes somewhere at a hasty hitchhiking gait across the Galaxy, leaving behind a crooked tail, like a line drawn according to the patterns of great painters.
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Silence...
Skyscrapers and houses in residential areas shine fascinatingly at night. Deer gallop gracefully through the thicket. They're playing a new comedy at the cinema. But all this is no longer important and has long been forgotten by the universe. The Voyager 1 space probe is flying the last kilometers. He is detected by an eye watching from a distance of three highways. The most significant CD in the history of mankind smoothly lands on a surface that has not been touched for centuries. Images, music, audio recordings: an unearthly mechanism deciphers mysterious data. They found him. They finally found him.
"I observe clouds above the Ground, small cumulus clouds, and shadows from them. Beautiful, beautiful!… Attention. I see the horizon of the Earth. It's such a beautiful halo. First, a rainbow from the very surface of the Earth and down. Such a rainbow is crossing. It's very beautiful!"
