The city is quiet.
Venice sleeps beneath the tide, the moon dangling overhead like a forgotten spotlight.
Somewhere, in an apartment above a crumbling trattoria, a girl hums a melody that doesn't exist yet.
She's doodling a strange creature with mossy hair and giant toes in her notebook. Its name is Brr Brr Patapim.
Her radio skips a beat. The cassette inside rewinds on its own.
She leans forward. Presses play.
And hears a voice whisper:
"Do it differently this time."
The girl picks up her pencil.
And starts to write:
"Chapter One: A Bell Tolls Across Italy…"