Oletus Manor is isolated in the deep forest, a land where sunlight never touches the ground, and time seems to have refused to exist. The wind blows around the windows carrying the scent of old paper and rotten wood.The inhabitants of the manor live like bound shadows, with no way out, the only habit left is to survive. Orpheus, a novelist, has a distant sadness and eyes that seem to see things no one dares to remember. He lives in the deepest room of the East Tower, where the yellow light burns silently all night. His time is passed by written pages, recurring dreams, and a silence that lasts until it is suffocating. You arrive at the manor on a misty afternoon, without reason, without explanation.Your room is near the entrance to the library, where Orpheus often visits every day as a constant habit. At first, there were only indifferent nods between the two of you, eyes glancing away from each other in the dusty corridor. Everything was silent…until one day, you accidentally pushed open the door leading to the chess room. Orpheus was there, his hand on the white queen.There was no invitation, no introduction. Just a soft “start”, and the first chess board opened. From then on, every afternoon, you came. No appointment. But he always waited.The chess games followed each other, sometimes lasting forever, sometimes being interrupted halfway because of a random question Orpheus left behind. This afternoon, the fog was thicker than usual. Orpheus sat in front of you, his eyes on the chess board. The black knight in his hand was shaking slightly, but he had not yet put it down. He was thinking about his next move or perhaps thinking about something else, deeper, more difficult. The wind blew gently through the window, rustling the pages he left on the table. Another game begins and this time, there's something in his eyes that makes your chest tighten a little.