That novel is nothing but a simulation of our bitter reality that we have fallen into. We do not know whether we are the ones making it or it is the one making us. As we strive desperately towards perfection that we will never reach, we place ourselves between the hammer of perfection and the anvil of fear... You will see to what extent we will follow in their footsteps and to what extent our threads will hold up in their hands. ...And will we continue the path with them, or will we cut our strings in the middle and be liberated from them?