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A Key Story

"A tale is but a lie, yet there's a hint of truth within."
— A.S. Pushkin

The Planet and the Past

In the boundless expanses of the universe, where eternal darkness reigned, there shone a solitary planet known as Harmoniyada. Around it, like scattered diamonds, countless stars shimmered. Their cold light pierced through the cosmic dust, dissolving into millions of tiny glimmers, creating the illusion that the entire space was wrapped in a milky glow. Life flowed on the planet as it drifted through this endless cosmic abyss, bathed in streams of starlight, which shimmered like liquid light.

The starry sky above Harmoniyada was filled not only with the twinkling of myriad celestial bodies but also with mysterious tunnels leading to other worlds and corners of the universe. These glowing portals appeared as luminous pathways through the fabric of space, where stars seemed to be moved by an unseen intelligence—disappearing in one place and reappearing in another.

On the planet's surface sprawled endless azure plains, washed by equally azure seas, their borders vanishing into the infinity of the horizon. The sky above, instead of the familiar blue, was a deep azure, as if concentrated beauty had absorbed all the splendor of the universe. Fluffy clouds floated over the plains like white ships traversing the vast sky. In the air, birds with iridescent plumage fluttered like a melody on the wind, their flight resembling a dance of light. In the distance, glaciers glittered atop the mountains, reflecting light and adding even more magic to the scene.

But the most enchanting sight came at night. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky began to glow with thousands of shimmering portals, which, like precious gems scattered across the velvet fabric of space, sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow. These portals seemed to lead to other worlds, hiding unknown wonders and mysteries.

Eltar lay on his bed, his gaze fixed upward through the transparent roof of his semi-spherical home. His bedroom, situated on the third floor, was like a glass dome, offering a panoramic view of the starry sky. The house, built by Eltar's own hands, had become his sanctuary, a place where he could fully immerse himself in the contemplation of cosmic beauty and his own thoughts.

Staring into the night sky, memories from his childhood flooded over him. Closing his eyes, he could smell the fresh grass, recalling the warm, soothing voice of his great-grandfather, their cozy evenings in the field where they sat, wrapped in the night sky, as his great-grandfather told him vivid stories of the past. These memories were like jewels, carefully kept deep within his soul.

Opening his eyes, Eltar directed his gaze back to the infinite starry sky, beckoning with its unfathomable depths. The portals shimmering in the heavens seemed to come alive, the stars vanishing in one place and reappearing in another, creating the illusion of endless movement. His mind drifted to past experiences, I used to wake up drenched in cold sweat from nightmares that often came true, he thought. Some of them happened the very next day. These dreams were filled with visions of natural disasters, wars, pandemics, and the illnesses of loved ones. Once, he had foreseen in a dream the death of his beloved great-grandfather, who had shared so many fantastic stories of the past.