The Library of Left-Behind Crossroads

What if the life you left behind is still waiting for you? There are two types of prison: the one we build with walls of success and perfection, and the one we dig with the ashes of resignation and cynicism. A woman has sacrificed every ounce of her soul on the altar of ambition, until she no longer recognizes her own reflection. A man has betrayed his talent and now survives poisoning himself daily with irony, to avoid feeling the pain of what he has lost. Both are lost. Both believe they have chosen. But on an ordinary night, in an alley that maps ignore, they find an ajar door. Behind it, a bookstore that smells of dust and possibilities, a place where books are not sold but crossroads are kept. There, waiting for them, is a volume that shouldn't exist. A book that tells, with terrifying precision, the story of the life they would have lived if that day, years ago, they had had the courage to choose differently. Reading it is an irresistible temptation. Finishing it is a condemnation. Because once you've seen the happiness you denied yourself, your reality transforms into a silent accusation. And the question ceases to be "what would have happened if...", but becomes an obsession: "do I still have time to change?". A novel that gets under your skin, a vertigo that forces you to look at your scars with different eyes. Enter the Library. Find the book with your name. Have the courage to browse through it.