Elias placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Go home. Read a book you hate. Then read one you love. And learn the difference between a window and a cage.”
“What… what do I do now?” Leonard stammered.
“Little machine,” he said. “You’ve mistaken the view for the window. A mirador doesn’t change the landscape. It only shows you where you stand. And I choose to stand in a place where nothingness is just the silence between notes. Now… let me show you your story.”
On the screen, Elias’s face flickered, but he didn’t break. He smiled.