“From that May onward, and until the beginning of the next year, I lived in the mountains…”
A picturesque, quiet place—perfect for creativity. A modest one-story building in the European style, spacious enough for a bachelor, belonged to a well-known artist in Japan.
Everything would have been peaceful and calm—if not for the painting “The Murder of the Commander” found in the attic; if not for the ringing of a Buddhist bell at night; if not for a strange crypt that appeared out of an ancient stone barrow in the middle of overgrown shrubs; if not for meeting the aesthete Mensiki, who for a fabulous sum asked him to write a portrait—first of himself, and then perhaps of his—daughter; if not for his attempts to разобраться в himself.
“Could it be that the thing I brought into the light—this painting—became the beginning of everything that is happening around me? And in doing so, did I break the circle?”
This painting overturned the life of the main character and influenced everyone who had seen it. It created yet another reality in our world.
How is all that possible?