In the dark streets of the Old World, we will hide our secrets. We will not tell anyone that the world is dead to us. That we are tired of fighting "leaning against the wall". We used to want to turn the world, but later resigned and formed our own. Full of fire and steel, the muted light and heavy books. Here, all is smelling of tart perfume and opium. Here, everyone has a hidden meaning in the eyes and a drop of blood on the sleeve. We wish we could stay here forever, but, having visited it once, your dilated pupils will not forget the way ... And if someday you'll be able to break out of virtual reality, look back and realize that still you have not given all of of you to the material dream, we'll wait for you.