(I dreamed that the secret was known - and the black door was sealed, smooth as a blank page. One must marry before being assigned a mission behind the door - otherwise it's dangerous. And the matchmaker grabs me: You, child, are already lost. But you can still have a child. Even you can have love. His tongue is smooth like metal, but the professional coldness is pleasant. And the matchmaker hugs me tightly: I'll take care of you. And he presses me close to a miserable piece that was also torn from some book, and I'm all excited because it's the first time I'm touching paper. And the matchmaker smiles: Love comes later - always in darkness. And he closes the cover on us)