I didn't expect the door to be open. I didn't think I would get into this space. But the ocean of possibilities and options directed me here. I saw the door open and went inside. And I saw that this place is very similar to my big dream.
But here I am, in the library. Here is a school of silence, where I try to keep silence and find silence in myself, to hear it and listen to it. In this silence, I listen to the sounds of the city outside the window, the sounds of passing cars, people talking, church bells, and police sirens. And strangely, the sounds of the city do not disturb the silence of the library, which is thick and rich.
This is the realm of reflection and imagination, where thoughts slowly materialize and become things. Here I create things and people look at them through the windows.