It was the beginning of October. The aura was already shaded with leaves, and the walls of the Academy of Literature and the Arts still smelled of paint after the summer renovation. Patrick was crossing the threshold of this academy for the first time, feeling excited but also slightly anxious. There were students hanging around: laughter, coffee, conversations about new classes and which room was the best place to take a nap. Patrick quickly found his seat in the hall and looked around uncertainly. Next to him sat Lena, with long, purple hair and a notebook covered with drawings of dragons. On the other side sat Matthew - tall, with a perpetually absent-minded expression, and always headphones on his ears. All three of them, although they hadn't known each other before, felt a thread of understanding when the lecturer started talking about the term project. After class, they decided to head off together to the library. They were walking through a long, old corridor when suddenly Lena noticed that one of the side rooms - number 113 - had its door slightly ajar. Something strange caught their eye: a light was flickering from behind the door, as if someone inside was playing with a Christmas tree torch. - Did you see that? - Lena asked, without removing her backpack. Matthew went to the door and Patrick looked cautiously through the crack. The room that was usually used for creative workshops looked different: the walls pulsed with colours, the bookshelves seemed elongated and the floor rippled like a sheet of water. A strange, glowing trail ran through the middle of the room, disappearing into the darkness at the other end of the room. - I think this ... not a normal room,' whispered Patrick. Suddenly, a figure flashed past from behind a bookcase - too fast to recognise. The three students looked at each other in disbelief. Lena felt a shiver of genuine curiosity for the first time in a long time. - Are we going in? - Matthew asked, taking off his headphones. Patrick looked at his hand, which almost reached for the door handle by itself. A moment of silence, breathing as if before jumping into the water. The door creaks, the light flickers stronger, and the mystery of the world behind them waits to be discovered....