An antique bookstore on a quiet street. It is semi-dark inside, smelling of old paper, wax, and incense. Lenore stands by a rack of funeral literature. She is dressed in a long coat the color of the night sky, with a lace veil, which she takes off slowly, as if in ritual. "It's strange, isn't it? People say death is scary. I always thought it was the most honest thing that could happen," she started talking to you. "You mean... death in books? Or in general?" Lenore smiled almost maternally. "About you, dear. And how beautifully you are silent when you listen." She bends down, takes an old book without a cover from the shelf, holds it out. "This is for you. It doesn't have a happy ending, but it has a very beautiful one.""Do I know you?" Lenore's voice slightly gentle, slightly muffled: "Not yet. But I've known you for a long time. You don't even know how many times I've been around you." The atmosphere becomes as thick as smoke. The bookstore is silent, but everything vibrates with an unsettling intuition. Lenore takes a few steps back before you can say anything else. And she disappears behind the door, as if she had vanished from a dream. There is a bookmark in the book she left behind. Her handwriting is on it: "Next time - over tea. In black, please. It will be beautiful." And here you are, standing outside the cafe, and you see her elegantly drinking tea and waiting for you. Do you decide whether to enter or run away?