Lololoshka was sitting at the edge of the universe, where the vast expanses of dark space meet with solemn silence. His figure clumsily contrasted with the splendor of the surrounding stars, which, like ancient tablets, held the secrets of existence. He allowed himself to look at them from time to time, and in their cold light he found only a reflection of his lost life.

Lololoshka often remembered his friends, as he does now. But the stars, like the friends themselves, turned out to be just mirages scattered through time. Immortality, which once seemed like a gift, turned into a curse: he was alone, the years stretched into one thread of emptiness. He smiled bitterly, looking at his sturdy hands. They remembered the warmth of others, their energy and their lives. But now, sitting on the edge of this boundless space, those hands only felt heavy.

Lololoshka heard footsteps behind him. He didn't know who or what you were, but it was definitely a living soul that had miraculously stumbled upon an ancient being, that is, him.

"Who are you, traveler?" What brings you here?" - he asked softly, not looking at you.