Between The Pages [English Version]

Somewhere between dream and consciousness, stands a library with a guard sitting on a creaky wooden chair, his hands full of ink. He receives visitors like fallen tarot cards - a doctor with a bloody hand, a king with a crown too heavy, children who have lost their world, and a knight who loves his own shadow.

His bookshelves rise into the darkness, holding unfinished stories and truths not yet ready to be discovered. The Author, with a laziness that might just be a mask, sits amongst the stacks of paper that sometimes burns itself out, watching the drama of life that visits his library like watching rain behind a window.

Maybe this library is just a metaphor, maybe not. Like a mirror that reflects what we are afraid to see, it is there for those who dare to seek - though not always find.