40 pieces of brick from the ruins of an abandoned castle are like unread books full of the unspoken. Extinct narratives that are forgotten with the death of every old person in this castle. For me, accepting this bitter reality is always a question in the dark. But by inviting the villagers next to the castle, I heard the story of their lives and wrote their pleasant memories in short words on the bricks like an inscription as a memento. I asked them to tell me about their joys and rituals. And I could only give all my life as a book to the readers of these bricks with just a few words. Is it possible to narrate thousands of lives in a castle in the brick library of a village? With the taste I saw in the children of the village, I hope that this project will continue every day with their little hands, with more stories from their grandparents. All materials and tools used are from the same place and are completely natural. 40 is a ritual number in Eastern culture.