- Well, what an individual I met... He drowned in the lake while looking for "mushrooms-underlakers", well...

- What's going on, where am I?

- In my kingdom. I'll be brief, you're dead, David. And I am God.

- Prove it.

- Sorry ?

- Prove that you are God.

- I heard it the first time! Why should I have to prove anything to you?!

-You self-proclaimed yourself to be God. Call yourself a mushroom - get into the basket. Prove it.

- Ahh... So you’re an atheist.

- Yes, there is no God. And you are a liar. People don't like liars. Besides, nothing awaits us after death, so I haven’t died since I’m here and talking with you, whoever you are.

The place where David Lighten was was akin to emptiness. There was no light, but this place couldn’t be called dark either. It had no shade, no properties. A boundless void consisting of nothing, at the center of which was something that called itself God. His face was bright, but at the same time there was something unkind about him. His face could not be seen; it was impossible to say whether “It” had one at all.

- So, you already got me. I originally wanted to send you to Heaven, but you missed your chance. Now I am overcome by the desire to send you to my beloved world.

- What kind of world is this? What are you even talking about?

- A world where I am respected and loved... and people like you are hated. And so that you are noticed immediately, I will leave marks on you. This world will become your penal colony for my insult.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Nobody is asking you. See you when you die.

A sudden flash of light blinded David. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a green forest consisting of mostly fir trees. Did the rays of the sun shine on him, or not the sun? He looked around and found a white sheet of paper on the sand next to him. It was a note.

“I forgot to say something: get out of all troubles yourself. Don’t expect any gifts from me. And yes, dying will be painful, so don’t stand still)”

- I have an interesting dream. I wish I could wake up from this nonsense as soon as possible.

David began to tear the note from God into small pieces, after which he gathered them into a pile and threw them above him. He just wanted to throw some impromptu confetti. it didn't do anything useful for him, but it did help give him a great sense of self-satisfaction.

A bright pink wolf came out of the bushes nearby. David, in fear, immediately began to move away, but this did not help. The wolf quickly ran towards David. The latter closed his eyes tighter in the hope of waking up, but when he opened his eyes, there was an emptiness already familiar to him. The last thing he felt then was a sharp pain in his throat.

- Are you here again? You died quickly...

- What happened?

- You were killed by a wolf, didn’t you understand that?

- Listen, I’m tired of this dream, let me out of here!

- Your denial will only hinder you further. Okay, I’ll move you closer to the city, otherwise if I were a human, it wouldn’t be sickening to look at you...

Another flash of light. This time David stood at the edge of the forest, presumably the same one, although only those who sent him here knew whether this was so. In the distance one could see some semblance of a city, copied straight from the Middle Ages. The city was surrounded by a wall about eighteen yards high. The wall itself was surrounded by a moat, over which there was only one bridge - a passage through the wall into the city.

- Apparently, this dream will be long, well, I’ll play by its rules, and then we’ll see...

David set off on foot towards the city, hoping to find at least some activity for himself. He walked for a long time and during this time he even got tired. The city was still, according to David's measurements, about five miles away. However, he could no longer walk at a normal pace, sometimes stopping to rest, his liver and pancreas hurt badly, and only when he stood did this pain subside.

While he was standing, taking one of his “breaks,” a carriage drove up behind him. The carriage was purple and decorated with silver patterns. The carriage was driven by a coachman in a brown coat; two white, muscular horses stood in front of it. A man of about fifty got out of the carriage. Blond, with a bushy mustache and sideburns. He was not dressed too poorly, but not very richly either.

- Good afternoon, dear, I see you are heading to the city, so let me give you a lift.

- Oh, thank you very much, I won’t refuse your help.

David approached the man from the carriage. He took a case from his chest pocket, from which he took out glasses, which he immediately put on. He looked at David with slight surprise and, at the same time, disgust.

- What is this, a MARK?

- Mark?

- *kha-thfu!*

David immediately got spit in his face from the man in the carriage, after which the man turned around with even greater disgust and went back to his carriage, slamming the door tightly behind him. Immediately after this, the carriage drove further into the city. David wiped the spit from his face with the sleeve of his right hand, and then lightly wiped it on his pants.

- And what just happened, can someone explain to me?

A small white piece of paper materialized above the protagonist's head, he caught it and began to read its contents. There was only one word on the piece of paper: “Welcome.”