About the book: year / I approached the stairs leading to the top. Directly above my head, about five meters away, was exactly the same platform as the one I was standing on now. I took a couple of steps to the side and looked down, the same thing, the platform and the mirrored doors. I don’t think that the unknown person, speaking about the road up or down, spoke literally; most likely it is something like the notorious “Path of the Spirit”. This means, if you follow the logic of my acquaintance, then each platform is a separate Volume, and each mirrored door is the road to a new Page. But where these pages lead, up to superpowers, to magic and divine Power, or down, to the triumph of technology, the withering away of emotions, desires and aspirations, no one will tell me, and I won’t know, I won’t know until I try.