I am page 209 of a novel.
Pages 1 to 300 are all alive and well, except I have a movie ticket stub left by a reader in the middle.
The paper began to turn yellow, but the writing on the ticket stub became clearer and clearer.
Until one day, the male protagonist in the book turned to me, looked at the ticket stub and said: "It turns out that I live in a world of being watched."
Then he tore off the ticket stub, folded it into a paper airplane, and flew out of the book.
And I, as the page holding the ticket stub, began to perceive the loneliness, longing and secrets inside and outside the book at the same time.
When the boundary between reality and fiction is broken, can the fate of a page determine the direction of the entire story?
This is a fantastic healing story about awakening, companionship and crossing boundaries.
