"In the endless movement of time, amidst the oscillations of the shadows of the past and the half-light of the future, a person is just a moment, a flash of thought, an echo of the universe in a bodily shell. He is born to ask, strive, search, make mistakes and, perhaps, one day to realize that truth is not a goal, but a path, not an absolute, but a multifacetedness of experience, emotions, impressions. A person is not a completed formula, but an eternal equation that changes depending on the coordinates of circumstances, faith, fears and hopes. In each of his steps is the echo of his ancestors, in each look is the reflection of a star that went out even before his birth. We are witnesses and creators, carriers of inner worlds and reflections of the outer. And if life is a book, then each of its pages is written simultaneously with blood, dreams and silence, and its true value is not in the plot, but in the silence between the lines, where meaning is born."