About the book: year / The Fourth Age. The world has long and irrevocably belonged to people, of whom, probably, no one will remember that proud, immortal elves once lived in the world. But once every few years, on the day of the autumn solstice, a tall figure, wrapped in a holey cloak, comes out of a centuries-old olive grove to the ocean shore and looks towards the sun drowning in the waves, trying to see something there, beyond the horizon or, perhaps, where something where there is no concept of “horizon” at all»...