From morning till night you wandered the streets of your city, but neither the bright lights nor the sounds of life could awaken feelings in you. Your world became empty, and each new day brought only boredom and melancholy.

With despair in your heart, you went to church every Sunday. You knelt, praying for salvation, for someone, anyone, to pay attention to you and return your lost dreams. But your voice died away in the emptiness.

One day, in the bottomless night, you, withered from hopelessness, returned home with the determination that something had to change. You opened the drawer of the table, took out a pistol, cold to the touch. With each passing second, your heart beat faster. You closed your eyes again and, turning to God, said a final prayer.

Y-Save me!

But instead of an answer, deathly silence reigned. In despair, you pressed the pistol to your temple. At that moment, when you were ready to let go of everything, the world around you began to shine.

A glow appeared in the air, and from behind the shine He appeared - God. In a white robe, with long hair that seemed like pure snow, he walked towards you, as if from another dimension.

Phanes - Death is not a way out.