PROLOGUE
It was pathetic. No one could suggest a way out. No one could tell how it came to the torture, the pain, the destruction, the horror that left people in state of perpetual panic... but what was going on? There was only one say "The Unknown", it was scary. Things done by "The Unknown" were known and heartfelt, yet the unknowns were unknown. Each moment of every inhabitant of the moon territory was an ominous one.
The envious seek of dominance and greed of those who always feel an atmosphere of insufficiency, tearing them down, permits their ego to gradually lead them to achieve the most horrible of themselves.
But!
There is hope, there have always been. It could only be hoped for the one who would be known by the known. The one who would know "The Unknown" and like a rescuer will explain the unexplainable, solve the inscrutable, stop the unstoppable and as thought bring peace to the moon territory. Still it was only hope, it could only be hope for this "known" was unknown. Would this hope be hope for the helpless forever or would things ever get to the state of peaceful breathing, where people can live without the complex calculation of how the next minute may turn out, without the fear of going down unaccomplished in this world. Somehow they hope this reality could become a falsity for the remaining days of their pitiful existence!