Grey reached for it. His fingers touched the glass.
For a second—or an eternity—he was everywhere at once. He saw the Zone not as a place, but as a wound in the noosphere, a screaming tear in reality where thoughts became things and memories became monsters. He saw every stalker who had ever died, their final moments frozen like flies in amber. And he saw himself, not as Grey the desperate man, but as a shadow, just like the one in the forest. gm21.link.S.T.A.L.K.E.R.Shadow.of.the.Zone.1080...
He looked up at the stars, but they seemed dimmer, as if a shadow had fallen over the whole sky. Grey reached for it