Jarden The first novel written on metaphysical intelligence

Book excerpt: Chief Floyd was restlessly tossing and turning in the spacious bedroom on the upper floor of his specially designed residence for laboratory staff. When he finally fell asleep, the light from the orange night lamp beside him grew increasingly dim, as if there were a curtain in front of it. Floyd was having a bad dream. His entire body was drenched in sweat. He had turned onto his left side, tightly pulling his knees together, placing his hands between his knees as if he were cold, and grinding his teeth unconsciously. Strange creatures with terrifying faces, dressed in black, appeared in front of him. He couldn’t tell how many there were. They formed a circle around his bed, walking slowly with eerie stares and peculiar movements. Their eyes burned like fire, and they kept repeating a word that was easily understandable when listened to carefully, but which he had never heard before: “Jardeeen, Jardeeen, Jardeeen, Jardeeeen...