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The Point of No Return: A Psychological, Symbolic and Human Novel

The Point of No Return: A Psychological, Symbolic and Human Novel

Antropoetico

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General Fiction

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ISBN13: 9798195825645
Publisher: Independently Published
Pages: 204
Weight: 0.62
Height: 0.43 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
A man drifts through life like a branch on a river - no direction, no attachments, no hope. Caio Tempesta has hit his limit. He walks away from everything: his phone, his car, the roles he played every single day. He starts walking - no destination, no plan - letting the current of life carry him wherever it leads. Deep in a forest, delirious from cold and exhaustion, he is found by Emma. A woman with half her face covered by a white porcelain mask. A woman who lost her family in a car accident, who has lived alone in the woods for five years - and who keeps a book of poems that once saved her life. A book written by him. Years ago. Without knowing for whom. But The Point of No Return is not an ordinary love story. Because beneath an abandoned castle lies an underground lake. And at the center of that lake - a spacecraft built by the Anunnaki, the creators of the human race. Inside it, a machine capable of erasing the memory of any living being. Caio is not just a lost man. He is a predestined pilot. The key to opening a handle-less door he has been dreaming of for years. But to enter, he must face the guardians of the past in a chess game where the stake is the life of the person he loves. The Point of No Return is a novel that defies classification: philosophy and science fiction, love and betrayal, adventure and deep introspection. A journey into the mind of a man who discovered that the real prison has no bars - and that true freedom has no name. I wasn't still. I never was. I was drifting.

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