The room is dark and eerie, with the sound of calm, traditional music playing in the background. Occasionally, this music intertwines with strange, dark, and mysterious sounds.
An old man, around sixty years old, stands singing a song while making coffee before sitting down at his writing desk.
The room looks old, filled with books stacked on shelves and tables. Most of these books are psychological and philosophical. The mystic and Celtic books are spread out on the table. Portraits hang on the walls, and paintbrushes are scattered across the table and inside a cupboard.
The old man's writing table is cluttered with books, notes, and notebooks. A dim lamp stands beside the oldest ASUS laptop.
The old man finishes making coffee, returns to his writing table, and sits down in his chair. He takes a sip from his cup, sets it on the table, and begins to write, “She was the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life.” He writes and deletes this sentence multiple times, and at other moments, he gets up to walk around the room, deep in thought. He appears disturbed and confused, struggling to find the right words. Eventually, he returns to his computer and types, “I fell in love with her beauty as soon as I saw her.”
He couldn't write. He finished his coffee and went to bed. A few minutes later, he fell asleep and dreamed of his beloved wife, who had died a few months earlier.
The woman emerges from the corner of the room. She gazes at her sleeping husband and lets out a sarcastic laugh. Then, she grabs her husband's neck in an attempt to kill him. The man wakes up, scared and confused.
He stays awake after that. He makes coffee and sits at his writing desk, deep in thought.
There is a knock at the door. The old man wonders, "Who there is a knock at the door. The old man wonders, "Who could it be?"
As soon as the man opens the door, he sees a young boy standing and looking at him and the portrait of the house on the wall.
When the man tries to talk to the boys, he asks him, “Who are you? What’s your name?”
The boy quickly exits the house and walks away. The old man follows him to his home. When they arrive, the boy's mother opens the door and begins to hit the old man harder with a stick. The old man apologizes and explains that the boy had come into his house, and he just wanted to know who he was and why he came.
The mother apologizes to the man for hitting him. The old man comes out of the house, and the mother begins to complain to the boy about going outside at night in a stranger’s house.
The boy sleeps on the bed.
The old man visits the coffee bar to discuss the boy's unusual behavior with his psychiatric colleagues—no smiles, no conversation, just long stares.
His colleague jokes, “He might be someone you know.”
The old man glares at his colleague while sipping black coffee. The colleague smiles and asks, “This is what you like. Why don’t you conduct a thorough study on the matter?”
In the evening, the old man returns home. He prepares his dinner and eats thoughtfully.
After dinner, he cleans the plates and goes to bed. As soon as he closes his eyes, he falls asleep.
A little while later, the same boy breaks into the house through the window. The man hears the noise and wakes up. He looks at the boy in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
The boy stares angrily at him but remains silent.
“How did you get in?” the old man asked, still looking surprised.
The boy glares at the old man with anger. Suddenly, he leaps up and tries to grab the old man's neck in an attempt to choke him, but the old man pushes him away. Quickly getting to his feet, the old man reaches for the boy's hand. In response, the boy begins to speak in a strange, gibberish-like language: "Baplu destina, futash negalo, destina patru kisti, bolestu."
The old man is startled and quickly releases the boy's hand. The boy stands up and runs out of the house.
The old man stays awake all night without sleeping.
In the morning, he visits his colleague at the coffee bar and plays the audio recordings of the strange, gibberish-like language that the boy speaks. They listen to the recordings multiple times—more than ten times.
The old man and his colleague both say at the same time, "This is going to be fun."
They shake hands and then return to their homes.
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