Publisher's Synopsis
Istanbul breathed like an ancient creature, its breath suspended between two continents, between two epochs. The Bosphorus, a serpent of water and mystery, separated yet united different worlds. Beneath the indigo sky embracing the city that night, the wind blew softly, caressing the minarets that stood like petrified prayers, the red roofs of old houses, and the modern facades of skyscrapers striving to scratch the clouds. Istanbul was not silent. It had never been. But this noise-a blend of voices, engines, music, and the ceaseless lapping of waves-formed a symphony that only those who knew how to listen could understand.
It was a city of contrasts: eternal yet ever-changing, rooted in its past yet devoured by its present. A city where poets and prophets had wandered its alleys, where empires had risen and fallen, where every stone told a story. Yet that night, as the Bosphorus wind grew stronger and the lights of the ferries shimmered on the water, something strange seemed to loom. A disquiet, almost imperceptible, coursed through the city's veins, like a silent rumor carried by the wind.
Amid this immense city, four souls-each on their own path-were bound by a destiny they had yet to discover.
