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I slam the door and leave. Then I beg to be let back in.

The same old story. It repeats itself repeatedly.

It erases memory, not for the sake of eternal amusement.

It wants its protégé to become stronger.

One step higher, one step stronger than the last time, experience for my

reincarnation.

Ancestral memory awakens and, with each incarnation, becomes even clearer.

I always pay the bill.

I don't ask for the mercy of the gods, I don't kneel.

Hundreds of generations are behind me.

My ancestors see everything, and I try, with all my might,

To carry on, even if it's unbearable.

There are no sins if you were taught to live according to your conscience.

It's like that in every generation now. This is our peculiarity.

Man is immortal, everyone is eternal.

Who am I? Father, grandfather, great-grandfather... and so on to infinity.

Like a hungry wolf, I follow the tracks

(following the tracks) As if called by blood.

My ancestors wave joyfully, saying, "Come to us."

And I trudge along, frowning.

While the pulse beats in my wrist, I try to hold on.

And it's unclear what mission is assigned to me by these tracks.

But this is temporary. The forehead is given forever.

And to find myself, I will leave a trace again.

How many people have left their mark in your blood?

And what will we leave to the world after our deaths?

For how many more generations will your lineage continue?

Who will be the last one to break this thread?

I don't know if the start was from primates or from Adam.

But I can say for sure that this is clearly not a startup.

Millions of years of evolution. And you are its product.

I will remain here in the DNA of my children for just as long.

We will perish forever in the abyss of years.

We will perish without knowing the plot of the world. They simply played out an episode and paved the way for their descendants in this series.

They are still at the very beginning.

A small boat in the endless ocean of time.

The waves beat against its sides. It doesn't matter what tribe it belongs to.

The outcome is the same - a punctured hull and the depths.

The gods sow seeds for future generations.