Born in the mountains of Mars. Shimmering lights projected on a phosphorescent surface. Inside the ice cube there is home. Lighting the way uphill. Martian terrain is glowing under the light of the second moon. A galaxy from a hologram is a picture of my book from memory, which I wrote in one of my simultaneous lives. There is no time. The places are merging into one. Mars into Earth, Earth into Mars. Subterrestrial bodies are hidden in the crystal soil. Numerous mirrors reflect light organs. Transportation to the next level of existence. Inside a ventilation tube air crosses a current. In, out, from, around space. In the zone of gravity 0.