Kaşif

The Explorer searches for a voice, a breath. A blessed breath carrying the scent of the distant and happy country from which he was separated... He waits insistently. He hangs his wish on a tree. He announces his wait to the world, keeping the tree, the wind, the sky and the earth as witnesses. Neither the search nor the waiting leaves you alone. He follows every sign, every trace he finds. It falls where the tracks indicate. The place where it falls is a dream itself.

One day the voice of that sacred breath will be heard. The rose face is visible from a distance. A sweet scent fills the Explorer's nose. That smell circulates inside you, burning the places it touches as it passes. It is roasted down to its atoms, roasted and ignited. He is whatever he turns to, whatever he hears... He can't fit into his container, he can't stay in his container. He sets out to track her down. Sometimes he gets sad on the road and falls off the road, sometimes he has fun on the road and gets on the road. As he stumbles along the trail, he meets her, the rosy face he has been waiting for so long... Both the world and the dream stop there. The word stops, the sounds disappear. The only thing he hears is the sound of his heart beating madly in the face of unprecedented looks.

This book is the story of souls searching for their missing piece to be completed.

(From the Promotional Bulletin)< /p>

Dough Type: 2. Dough

Size: 13.5 x 21

First Printing Year: 2019

Number of Printings: 1. Printing