The storyteller of magical stories and her faithful prince meet again in the Garden, and more and more fairy tales acquire flesh and blood. Gradually, a grandiose pattern appears behind them, which all this time weaved an unnamed orphan with tattoos on his eyelids. And the narrative thread leads the reader into the abode of meaningless wealth, where they make money in the most terrible way in the world; to the edge of the rains of glass and lizards with prophecies on their backs; to a distant island, where a gloomy ferryman, a city of spices that always dies, but never dies...