Reading books written thousands of years ago is like listening to a story, but history is often surprisingly similar. Sometimes it feels like I am reading about myself, reading about myself thousands of years ago, reading about myself living in the present. In a trance, it feels like I have returned from history to the present, and a thousand years have passed in just a few inches. This is the charm of history.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
