Owner of all the power on this sphere Motor of all the motion of this universe Creator of every crawling creature That dirties this world with its stench Bearer of all the knowledge Giving it to all his made flesh entrails Radiating shining and heater power Can destruct the lies just with one knock Resting solemnly into darkness Codifying the minds of the beings Connecting the thoughts one by one Making this web sphere of sphere Forging an alternative reality – Falsity Laboratory rats fed by love, pain, lies! Forced by rage, ignorance, chaos! Driving the fuel into their own burning fire Where you used to see a head, now you only can see the feet The domain is turned upside down The true reality now falls into madness Darkness starts to devour all Pigs that now scream for the end of this emperor The wish to take the unknown sphere Hallucination about a coming end The desire of wealth, power, knowledge Tormenting the dreams of this lord His mind he cannot control Multifarious creatures are thrown out from his mouth Atrocities: all what he can see This complete domain Son of his own bowels Now he can see it falling from his sphere The reign; his own body Expulses his essence like a bolt Now he lays mourning in the darkness The creation he loved now despises him His name will be never spoken Expulsed from his sphere

A lot of black clouds cover the sky A strong rain starts to fall down Shaking thunders and blinder lightning sow panic in the town Seven days of a pestilent storm This climatic aberration A creation of horror that bears pure chaos Suddenly repulsive locusts Start to fall with the water Loathsome plague falling like rain Proliferating the species Devouring all the human world Nothing the people can do against this mass Infesting the villages The farms turn to desert The food reduces; becomes a treasure At the eighteenth day Since the storm begun Hundreds of people start to fall dead Only the stronger resists But locusts exhaust all resources A sad race sees how its world disappears In the day forty-ninth A powerful light appears through clouds But it is not divine salvation Is the apparition which puts mankind to death

I wake up with my face against a dark grass And my silhouette under a black sky Pushing the clouds to let the deviously reflected moonlight bathes this ground At the end of this spot, touching the horizon in front of me Raises a sullen castle that almost becomes one with the sky I am lost I don’t know where hell I am held up I don’t recognize any familiar deed on this landscape I don’t know the name of that star which watches over my movements and makes fun of my coming tragedy Slowly a thin blue light descends from that mysterious moon Showing to me: the grass was tainted with a dark liquid But not in every side Like hypnotized for this light I start to walk closing to these stains And I stretched my trembling hand to touch it A thunder on the distance rang in same time I started to run away from that sinister place A terrible storm was being forged from those stony horizons As I ran away with my hand dripping But suddenly I stopped my flight Because in front of me raised a huge stick I tried to change my way of escape but I was encircled by this terror! Cries and wails of these griever cadavers Sticks stained by that horrid liquid flowing out from the anal holes of these souls impaled!

In the spring of 1976, 27 men were recruited into the army. Then, without too much requirements, they were joined into the air force. Before the fourth year these men were working at the spatial base of their country. At the beginning of the year 1981 these twenty seven men were informed about the quest that they were going to realize. A vital mineral of the Earth is becoming scarce, without this one the life in the Earth cannot be conceived, so they are the only ones who have the solution on their hands and the key laid on this trip to Pluton. Proud like nobody else the men left the room and started to prepare what authorities commanded to do, but, one of them was not absolutely convinced; Frank Muller was sure that something horrific was hidden behind the words of the leaders and he didn’t know how correct his suspects were. At this time Pluton had been explored yet, and no vital mineral of Earth was disappearing The mission consisted in: At the same time of the discovery of Pluton was found a black bore, crossing the line where the solar system ends, near to a point in the Pluton’s orbit. At the end of the year 1975 a horrific record came from the place lying in the coordinates described by this hole, which it said something understood as “I am not”. From that day the scientist named at the place beyond the hole as “Börea”, thinking that there could exists civilizations more advanced than theirs. So, through the years the trip was prepared and today is set in the following way: There are three ships for three teams of nine men each one. The ships will depart in July 27th and was calculated that it will take 747 days around, in human time, before getting the land of Börea. As was disposed, at 9 am in July 27th the three ships departed to the land of Börea with Muller among the astronauts. And in 24 months they got the limit waited for… - We’ve got the position. But I don’t see Pluton anywhere. - But you are in front of the Pluton’s orbit. Go on. - But it means we might lose our position… - You just follow my orders - “…” - My god! We’ve lost a man! I repeat. We’ve lost a man! Jesus Christ! We’ve lost another one! Is like a magnetic flux attracts their body… They trespass the ship like phantoms and their image disappears on the dark horizon… We must turn back! - No! You must go on with the mission. Never turning back Muller. - Oh no! This is terrible! I have lost the vision and transmission of the others ships and my crew is utterly lost… Aaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah! - Muller? Are you there? Do you rip me? Are you ok? Are you alive? What do yousee? Rip me... After a lot of minutes of stumbling desperation the communication machines started to work but the only answer that these men received was the message with the now distinct Muller’s voice obtained eight years ago, which it said: “I am not”