After it turns out it is clear that this was no punishment. This was no test. And no elaboration. It's just that we are all different here. Different aliens on the same Earth. And it's just that everyone here has their own story, which you need to stay here. So we try our history. Written down by the invisible, incomprehensible, unnamed, inexplicable, Someone.
Maktub is called. That's it.

Someone breaks the walls, someone ice, someone polishes, someone rubs it to a shine. Someone tells, someone shows, someone feels, and someone does it all together.
"Vanity is vanity, everything is vanity." And you have to live it.