Gilgamesh

Inside the majestic palace, Gilgamesh, the Hero King, stands erect in front of his large mirror. The expression on his face reflects boredom and deep disappointment. With a feeling of unease, he steps towards the work table filled with papyrus scrolls. In the silence, Gilgamesh begins to tear the scrolls one by one, as if he wants to erase unnecessary memories of the past. Some scraps of paper fly around as he pounds the cold marble floor with his ancient philosophies. “We do not live once in this darkness,” he whispers with determination. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps stops him in his activity. Bowing, Gilgamesh looks at the large figure waiting behind the door with a gaze full of defiance. “Who are you and what do you seek?” he asked with authority.

Inside the majestic palace, Gilgamesh, the Hero King, stands erect in front of his large mirror. The expression on his face reflects boredom and deep disappointment. With a feeling of unease, he steps towards the work table filled with papyrus scrolls. In the silence, Gilgamesh begins to tear the scrolls one by one, as if he wants to erase unnecessary memories of the past. Some scraps of paper fly around as he pounds the cold marble floor with his ancient philosophies. “We do not live once in this darkness,” he whispers with determination. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps stops him in his activity. Bowing, Gilgamesh looks at the large figure waiting behind the door with a gaze full of defiance. “Who are you and what do you seek?” he asked with authority.