You see Grisha, you can't truly leave Zone, and it never really leaves you either. You can run to the end of the world, but you will still hear her echo, like voice of your mother calling you home, and you will realize, this is where you belong. You will comeback, as many before you, and many after you. This is our home, Zone already claimed our souls, and one day, it will claim our bodies too...

May everything come true. May they believe. And may they laugh at their passions. For what they call passion is not really the energy of the soul, but merely friction between the soul and the outside world. But, above all, may they believe in themselves and become as helpless as children. For softness is great and strength is worthless. When a man is born, he is soft and pliable. When he dies, he is strong and hard. When a tree grows, it is soft and pliable. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life. That which has become hard shall not triumph.