The oven of Sylvia Plates. Cult. Ray Yu.

My name is Florence Wierstail. My house is the city of New York. I have a Harvard Law School’s diploma, prestigious work, a full refrigerator of whiskey and rules: not citrus fruits, not to borrow Shakespeare's volume, keep free space in the front row during basketball matches, and go to church. But even with them the world is scattered into pieces.

Sid Argo no longer comes to my dreams. I live the ghosts of the past. But I can’t talk about it. I can’t.

I just want the happiness of my sister, but she remained in Korka - the city of my nightmares. Now everyone is refueling Dr. Jens Gardner.

He knows everything. He saves bodies and souls. He wants to create a paradise on Earth. But I do not believe him. I do not believe, because he is the head of the cult. And he wants to make me part of it.