To whoever now reaches out and turns these pages,
know that you are not entering a world of innocent tales, but a labyrinth of illusion and certainty.
You may think it's just a fictional story, words filling the emptiness of time,
but when imagination is cloaked in darkness, it becomes more truthful than any reality you know.
You will take your first steps confidently, as if you know the way.
You will see a delicate butterfly and a beautiful flower, and you may think the story is about love, about beauty, about life…
But soon you will discover that all of that is nothing but a fragile mask, hiding beneath it an abyss without end.
Every event is not as it seems, every character is not as you perceive,
and every word carries within its letters a wound that has never healed.
And the deeper you dive, the more you will feel the ground cracking beneath you,
and your certainty eroding, until something inside you collapses that you never expected to fall.
You will lose trust in everything you read, in everything you think you know.
And you will begin to wonder: is it the story that is changing me… or was I the one lost from the very beginning?
It is a fictional story, yes…
But beware, for fiction is a mirror, and what you see in these pages may be a reflection of your own darkness.
"Whenever you think you have grasped the answer,
questions arise from the shadows to gnaw at you anew,
until you realize that escape was never an option."