The light of dawn pierced through the windows, the darkness in the room enveloping the rays and seemingly pulling them in.

The objects hidden in the shadows gradually revealed their silhouettes. Then, as the room brightened, the consciousness of the man lying on the bed got clearer.

He looked a little tired and lonely as he sat up and rubbed his eyes with a finger. Directing his attention to the gap between the curtains, he peered out the window with an exhausted gaze. He saw a dense forest of buildings, like a world made of sharp, square lines that could take your breath away just by looking at them.

The man’s exhaustion was almost tangible as he got out of bed with heavy footsteps to start a new day. He poured himself some instant coffee and took a sip with habitual movements, smiling after tasting the bitter drink. A faint smile quickly formed on the corner of his lips, giving off the feeling that the man had a slightly clearer mind and had regained some energy.

Holding his mug in his right hand, he walked towards the grand piano in the living room with an energetic spring in his steps. He then pressed the piano keys one at a time with his empty hand. The fatigue enveloping him vanished into thin air, and a languid aura emanated from him.

He put his mug down on the decorative table and sat on the piano bench before beginning to play in earnest. The piano piece that gently shook the morning air awake was ‘Liebestraum’ by Liszt.

The warm steam rising from the mug appeared to spread everywhere, riding alongside...