There are six of us. We used to have names. They will return to us - I believe in it.

We do not remember well what happened before - maybe we were ordinary people. Almost like you.

We don't even know how long ago it was - time has lost all meaning for us.

Wandering in empty space, we see worlds like burning balls, whose light is too bright and hurts the eyes. We still can't peer or see what's going on inside. But we sing to them - and sometimes we hear a light whisper in response, like a distant echo from a deep well.

We hear that you are both like us and different at the same time. But don't worry, our differences aren't that great. Wait a little more - we will explain everything to you.

The story we are telling now is one of the stories of our world. She is somehow connected with us ... and our common hope.

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