“Now cover your eyes. I'll take your hand so you don't stumble. Can you see anything?" Khan asked, interested, gently grabbing Artyom's wrist.
"No, I don't see anything. Only the faint light of the torch through my eyelids", replied the boy, disappointed, closing his eyes even tighter. Suddenly, however, he gasped.
“Good, you did it,” Khan noted, satisfied. “It's beautiful, isn't it?” "Incredible... It's as if... there's no ceiling. Everything is blue. My God, how beautiful. And how easy it is to breathe!"
"This, my friend, is the sky. It's curious, isn't it?”






