🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- So, how does all this, *really* all this, work?.. - he seems confused for a few seconds. - It's a pity the book of records burned down; it would have been an interesting entry.
Stepping outside, he lights a cigarette, still puzzled, and fiddles with a ring on his finger: "You can't blame someone for wanting to live well."
Unaware that he may have just met someone with a golden aura, he heads towards "Iriskа" anyway. Maybe something is left there.