Somewhere between the main road and a reunion he never reached, the eagles stole his car.Instead, he found Drusba Valley, a place where animals speak, maps redraw themselves overnight, and forgotten things refuse to stay buried. An artist obsessed with eyes watches from the shadows. A raccoon in a bowtie remembers too much and says too little. A lighthouse beam still sweeps the dark, searching for a sea that no longer exists.He kept a diary. This is it.The Drusb...