Director
In a cave full of fiction, we are welcomed by a story-filled character. As he passes through the gradual changes in light, our avatar discovers his own shadow. A grayscale duel then ensues. Where rationality overexposes, and fear darkens.
Set Decoration
The breath of the machine fills the air, where the singing can flow. Nina stands in front of the wiggling robot. The soft bodies measure up themselves, sometimes harmonize. The breaths dilate the organs, which swell and fold; transmute the synthetic movement into vital impetus and the vulva into mouth, which inflates until it spreads.
