He considers himself a toad swimming in a pond of rotting water. Without a name, without a relevant past and with a cynicism that serves as armor against a world that matters little to him. His life is an exercise in managed mediocrity... until he begins an unexpected and risky romance with his own daughter's friend. That vibrant connection, almost forbidden by the generational difference, acts as a trigger. What was previously in balance is broken. Their reality begins to transform. The walls of his home seem to breathe, the shadows come to life and the rational gives way to a disturbing delirium. From the depths of this new world emerges an enigmatic figure: an antagonist who seems to be his perfect opposite. A man who appears out of nowhere, who pursues him and of whom you never know if he is real, a projection of his guilt or the distorted mirror of what could have been.
An immersive novel, narrated in the first person, that challenges the boundaries between reality and nightmare. What happens when the world becomes too real and insane, and you're still a mere parsley?