Translated from RU
I wake up in an old theater. Everything around is bathed in a soft golden light. The seats are empty, but a solitary spotlight shines on the stage. I climb the steps and see a huge book on the floor. Each page is a window into another world. I open the first one and find myself at the top of a mountain above the clouds. I flip through the pages and find myself in a city made of sand, where the houses slowly change shape in the wind. On the last page, I see my reflection, and the eyes on the paper suddenly open.
