What should I do now?

The world revolves high above, all phenomena disappear in the sky. What should I do now? Should I succumb to gravity or soar? The void provides no answers: who cares about the reasons? Silence speaks: whom should I confide in? I have lost my bearings, yet everything seems in order.

I observe my own reflection, but the location remains unclear. Who am I, and who are you? Mirror, shed light on the truth.

Society expects positive outcomes from me, but they relentlessly demand financial resources. We accumulate provisions and await the arrival of spring, when medical professionals assist the recovery of injured individuals.

One day, we will remain together, existing on borrowed funds. We act like members of Moscow's elite, taking as much as possible without providing reciprocation.

However, reflections fade on hospital walls, and I no longer observe the faces of those around me. Society continues to expect positive outcomes from me, but they persistently demand financial resources.

The representative awaits my presence, offering me numerous items so that I may perceive them. Within an hour, the crowd creates a commotion, displaying a remarkable ability, like a blooming flower.

I traverse the rooftops like a feline, hearing the streets convey various messages. You were once a deity, or a monarch, a roadside monument, or a tangible entity.

You are a solid brick, unyielding and robust, not a master of mental discipline alone. Now set the table, guide me, as society expects positive outcomes from me.

I am returning to my Voskhod vehicle, this street is familiar with all my thoughts and actions. Each step I take is accompanied by a sense of pride, I will not wane or conceal my presence, I will advance.

The sole idea that permeates my mind is: forward, unwaveringly, straight ahead. Society continues to expect positive outcomes from me, but they persistently demand financial resources.