Vanya was sitting in a dark room, staring thoughtfully into the void. There were chairs around him, but there was nowhere to sit. The window looked out at the sky, but it was dark to see the stars. The mood fluctuated between a kettle and slippers, and the choice seemed pointless. A book that no one had opened rustled softly in the corner. "Why do we exist?" thought Vanya aloud, addressing the silence. The answer came unexpectedly: the cat whispered a mysterious phrase, the meaning of which will forever remain a mystery.