In the time when the stars were still learning how to blink, and the mountains were only a few inches tall, there lived a man named Elian. Elian was a collector of things that did not exist. He had a jar full of the sound of a secret being kept, a box containing the shadow of a flame, and a map that showed the way to nowhere in particular.
One day, Elian decided to find the end of a circle. He walked until his boots turned into dust, and then he walked on his thoughts. He arrived at the Edge of the World, a place where the air tastes like forgotten memories and the clouds are made of unwritten poetry. There, he saw a man sitting on a chair carved from a single block of frozen silence.
