No one fears the darkened hall

In my youth, my passion for magic lanterns, treasure chests, and all things similar and delightful became my window onto the world of “fantasy.” It was a word that stayed with me for a long time in my reading books and in composition and rhetoric, where it became a kingdom of the senses, delighting me and filling my soul with ecstasy, joy, and pleasure, inspiring my imagination and vision and filling me with magic and wonder. At that time, I was captivated by the allure of cinema, where the halls and stairwells resembled spacious corridors that I loved to walk through and admire. I was dazzled by the silence and the dim lights with their long shadows, and I was captivated by the same flicker, the same spectrum, the same glow.