"A person dies when the last memory of him dies."
Joanne Kathleen Rowling
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31st century A.D. People have learned a lot, a lot, from things that people of the twenty-first century could only dream of. And one of these developments was the technology that allows you to keep in touch with the dead. This connection was carried out by a special machine called the Decameron. The Decameron could receive audio, video, text messages from the dead, who, as it turned out, did not end up in Heaven or Hell, but in a tannic desert named Bodhe. This place was also called "the secret place of God". This place was in a different dimension, but it was as real as you and me. And only thirty-one centuries after the crucifixion of Christ, people learned that everything that is written in the Bible is nothing more than a fairy tale for the desperate and sinners. The first is for hope, the second is for edification. The heavenly king did not contact either the living or the dead, did not appear either on earth or in the desert, and no one knew in what form this mysterious heavenly power existed. People lived in the desert without time limits. Everyone who was not a mortal soul went there – that is, except for murderers, maniacs and rapists. Thieves and deceivers also did not get there. Just ordinary people who have lived an ordinary, unremarkable life. Individuals who became famous on earth and did a lot for humanity, according to scientists, simply disappeared, which seemed to many to be very unfair – after all, they deserved eternal bliss.
In the desert, people were tormented by boredom, because there was absolutely nothing to do … It was known that God redirected souls there to heal from doubts. But it was not known for certain that even one soul came to this goal.
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"I come to your profile, as if to your home … To see if everything is fine with you … I melt from your direct look at your photos .. I envy the people who hug you on them … I expect you to you will write … Tell me, what did you believe in this stupid joke? That I am not? I am here! I am! But you will never write again … And this knowledge cuts into your heart like a wild predator and gnaws, gnaws … Where are you there. Are you alive? I don't know … I'm not sure. Even when your new post appears, I think: these are just letters from the other world … You are not really there … And my heart starts to choke sobbing … How so? You are and you are not … At the same time … How can this be? !!! "
