Oasis

<p>OASIS: Tracing the Void</p><p>In this book everyone is a little lost everyone is a little on the way and everyone is a little bit 'no one'.</p><p>Sometimes a story doesn't need a hero. It has neither an end nor a definite beginning. It simply tells itself.</p><p>This book is the silent journey of a lost identity beginning with a button a torn page or a ring offered by a stranger on a hill. The narrator has no name nor a voice but their tracks remain. Every chapter is a trace-like a single stone of an earring an oar from a rowboat searching for the remnants of the past.</p><p>The traveler pauses in an abandoned house with a forgotten note reading I will be back soon and in an inn carrying the shadow of those who vanished. As the forest expands like a secret the traveler seeks their reflection in the water and finds a face that is the mirror of a familiar sadness. They encounter the headline He was coming he never arrived at a silent station and find a map marked HERE among the yellowed flowers in the desert.</p><p>Every step is a confrontation:</p><p>· <strong>The Mirrored Cabin:</strong> A person who at the end of the journey sees that everything leads back to themselves and embraces their own emptiness.</p><p>· <strong>Incomplete Traces:</strong> A cycle where every trace left is erased by another trace.</p><p>· <strong>The Feast of Want:</strong> The test of resistance against insatiable desires offered on gold plates where the only thing unsatisfied is meaning.</p><p>This is not a roadmap but the architecture of lostness. Because what is sought is sometimes not to be found but to leave a mark. And the answers we seek are the very absence itself.</p><p><strong>OASIS is the place where you become lost.</strong></p><p> </p><p>In other words this story perhaps is the story of us all.</p>