"My stone He 's got my stone on his desk " The professor followed his eyes. "Why, are you looking at this?" He took the stone on his hand. "I collect stones, I like them. This one literally fell before my feet some years ago." It was then, when Magda entered the scene. "What's with the two of you," she smiled, "why are looking at each other like this?" The circle of the threads widened and included her as well. Coincidence sealed their fates that very moment. Coincidence is a goddess that weaves her threads entagling people's lives. Some, only a handful of them, have the gift to see through her gaming. But most of them do not even realize the influence her threads have on their decisions. So, when a young and ambitious journalist tries to discover why a Philosophy professor was murdered by his best student, overlooks all the threads that the goddess is laying before his eyes. He choses what is self-evident and, to the end, he resembles to the fifth blind man of a chinese parable who concluded that an elephant is like a piece of thin rope by touching its' tail. A crime. A woman's journey to self-awareness. A man's after life. A young journalist's way to fame. A killer's secret. And love's mosaic of hopes, anticipation, betrayal and final catharsis.