Words have no color, no smell, no weight. The words are just a dead sound. But fill it with meaning - and words will color the world, make you feel the taste for life . And they can fall on their hearts, and they will remain there in a multi-toned load. One creepy creature, crawled out of the silent abyss, and bit off my hand. And then she hit me with words . By this she inflicted an invisible wound, which now hurts more than my cult. Funny. I wasn't in the mood to write down her monologue, but what's stuck in her memory is like, "Your story will never be told." I can't say that I'm seriously nervous about the predictions of every archer from the Dead God, but I wouldn't want to leave a bastard and a chance. So I'll write down my story . How can I. I haven't been a bit excited lately. And I'm not just about the hand . Read my guide. If you are lucky, you will not make the mistakes I made. And the mistakes that you make, maybe you can smooth it out .. To acceptable. I'll start at the beginning...