On my feet the shoes of the Milky Way. My mantle is woven out of Elf silk, protected by the magic of immortality. On my unnamed finger is a ring that unfolds the threads of my enemies’ fate. I have a belt that breaks the phases of the curse in my biofield. On my chain of lunar silver Amulet of Universal Wisdom. On my head is the helmet of the angels of antiquity, the age of which is counted from the time of the creation of the stars. In my hand is the cloth in which the strength of the warriors of Ancient Sparta is contained. In my heart there is an unwavering courage, and in my head there is an unwavering thought: at half a.m., after the passage, when the sanitary workers have a shift, I must go from here.