What if every mask around you were stripped away?What if every smile revealed its fracture, every silence revealed its scream?What if you could see, not imagine, not guess, but know, the secret pulse of every human soul?That is the curse of the ancient, living text known only as The Book. It does not grant a gift; it exacts a price. In exchange for ultimate sight, it steals your peace. You become a vessel for truth, forced to feel the raw, unfiltered marrow of every heart you meet. And once you have seen, you can never look away.This is the story of one man who was chosen. The Book opened to him, and with it came a power both unbearable and sacred: the power to see. The fracture beneath the laughter. The betrayal hidden in tenderness. The despair carried in silence. He sees it all.But with the sight comes the vow. The rule above all rules: you do not interfere.No matter how deep the wound, no matter how easily he could stop the bleeding-he must not act. He must walk among the broken, holding the key to their freedom, forbidden to turn it in the lock. Until, at last, the suffering one gathers the courage to ask.The Book is not a tale of miracles. It is an account of the cost of empathy. Of the agony of restraint. Of the silent, devastating weight of truly seeing.It is a story that will haunt you, challenge you, and ask the most dangerous question of all: What would you do with the truth?