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When you look at the sky, do you ever think that someone lives there, except for cold and soulless asteroids?

I hope that someday there will be another life, a life not on this planet ...

Dedicated to Mikolaj Roznerski and his unearthly face, as well as to all those who live there, beyond the stars ...

Perhaps they are as beautiful as Mikolaj, and maybe not.

After all, there is simply no other such person, so beautiful in soul and body ...

***

Gloriaterra... None of the residents knows who named this planet that way and they don't know how old this planet is with blue clouds, purple sky and three moons.

It's about one family...

Radoslav Kaminski got up to cook breakfast for his children.

An ordinary-looking country, an ordinary Poland, almost the same Wroclaw...

The man pressed the button on the remote control, which opened all the curtains.

— Good morning, my love...— an aged Pole stroked a photo of his late wife.

Magdalena Kaminskaya disappeared into a black hole a couple of years ago.

The coffee was slowly brewed on a laser heater.

Despite the fact that his eldest son is about to turn forty, Radek loves Cornelius and takes care of him like a little one.

— Cornelius... Cornelius! Wake up, my dear. You're on duty today, you know that?—father put the breakfast on a tray on the table.— If you're still not feeling well, I can call them and tell them that you can't work yet.—

— Dad, I fell off the shuttle when it took off! Three days of vacation is already a lot. I simply didn't have to go to work sick.—Cornelius glanced at his watch.— Dad... But my work is still an hour away!—

— You promised that you would take Dariusz first for a monthly check-up, and then stay with him in the park!—Radek said.—Your little brother is angry that you hardly ever come home. He was even glad that you were sick.—

Cornelius yawned, trying to stifle a laugh.

He knew a lot about the quirks of his twelve-year-old brother Dariusz. The little brother did not want to be alone at all and pulled on

get the attention of the whole family.

Dariusz looked into the room, holding a skateboard in his hands.

— Brother, can we take a ride in the park?—he asked.

For a second, he stared at the huge bruise on his older brother's back.

— Yes, of course, I'll get dressed now and let's go!—

The fabric of the T-shirt with a pattern of nebulae, stars and asteroids touches the skin and Cornelius grimaces in pain.

After combing his hair in front of the mirror, Cornelius pulls on his jacket and lets out a loud moan of pain.

— Darek, wait a moment...—Cornelius looks out into the corridor.— Wait a minute. I have something to do...—

The younger one in the hallway is trying to skate the way Cornelius himself does.

Cornelius rummaged through the pills, his hands trembled from the desperate search for painkillers.

Cornelius didn't even count the pills as he put them in his mouth.

Why does everything still hurt so much?

***

There was a small backpack with a skate on his back, and a bag on his shoulder.

When they left the house, the pills took effect.

Cornelius and Darek were walking down the street, eating ice cream.

— Cornelius, you always smell like coffee... No matter what you do, it's always like that. Why don't I have a smell?—Dariusz asked resentfully.

— It will appear, Darek, it will appear... Ouch! We're going to be late! We'll finish the ice cream quickly and go over the roofs!—Cornelius took his backpack off his back.— You love riding your older brother so much...—

Cornelius connected both halves of the skate and ran down one of the stairs, scooping up his younger brother in an armful as he ran.

Running onto the roof, Cornelius jumps on a skateboard and pushes it with one foot.

The wind picks them up and Darek laughs happily when Cornelius throws his brother on his back.

Cornelius rummaged through the pills, his hands trembled from the desperate search for painkillers.

Cornelius didn't even count the pills as he put them in his mouth.

Why does everything still hurt so much?

***

There was a small backpack with a skate on his back, and a bag on his shoulder.

When they left the house, the pills took effect.

Cornelius and Darek were walking down the street, eating ice cream.

— Cornelius, you always smell like coffee... No matter what you do, it's always like that. Why don't I have a smell?—Dariusz asked resentfully.

— It will appear, Darek, it will appear... Ouch! We're going to be late! We'll finish the ice cream quickly and go over the roofs!—Cornelius took his backpack off his back.—

— You love riding on your older brother so much...—

Cornelius connected both halves of the skate and ran down one of the stairs, scooping up his younger brother in an armful as he ran.

Running onto the roof, Cornelius jumps on a skateboard and pushes it with one foot.

The wind picks them up and Darek laughs happily when Cornelius throws his brother on his back.

The air engulfs Cornelius from all sides.

The skateboard bounces and slides along the edge of the roof.

— Don't try to kick me, Dariush!— Cornelius tries to shout above the wind, but he does not always succeed.

The headwind seems to be pressing on his face.

Darek screamed as Cornelius jumped to the other roof.

— Speed up, brother!—Dariusz yells joyfully.

— If I pick up the pace, we'll faaaaaa... Darek! Don't kick me on the back! It hurts me and I'm not your horse!—Cornelius grimaced. Perhaps the painkiller is already stopped working... Although... Who knows?

One, the other, the next roof fly by, as if all the time of the universe is in their power.

The main staircase, which Cornelius had been waiting for, was already not far away, it was almost under them.

— Get ready to jump, Darek! In order not to break anything, you will jump into the bushes at the end of the ladder!— Cornelius jumps up on a skateboard and they smoothly fly down.

Miraculously, without losing their balance, they quickly roll down the stairs on a skateboard.

The way Cornelius' skateboard picked up speed now, it was many times faster than riding on rooftops.

The skateboard flies off to the side and clings to a tree, Cornelius falls into the bushes, grouped, and Darek manages to stand on his feet - he grabs a lamppost, spins around it due to inertial force and gets to his feet.

— The Dodger...—Cornelius says with a grin, leaning out of the bushes.

His hair was all covered with small twigs and leaves.

— And you look like a forest monster now...—Darek laughs.

— There are no monsters in the world, silly...— Cornelius examines the place of his fall, so as not to forget anything here, then removes his skateboard from the tree.

A bright flash of purple color flashed in the sky.

Cornelius stared at this strange star.

— Cory? Kornelek, let's go already—!Dariusz said.

— Don't you ever call me that again, Darek!—Cornelius said angrily. Startled to realize how harsh his response to his younger brother had been, he flinched.— I'm sorry, Darek. I didn't mean to yell at you. I don't know what came over me...—

— It's okay, brother...—Dariusz said.

"I can see that something scared you..."— he finished mentally.