On the stage where reality and fantasy intersect, who is real? Between the darkness of the water and the light of the lighthouse, who can see clearly? We sleep from reality, wake from sleep, we weave chaos:
Literature, fairy tales, legends; lighthouses, bell towers, silver coins... We are escaping, we are looking back, we are losing, we are gaining, we stand off the stage to enjoy a rest, we stand on the stage and perform crazily.
Who are we? We are sinners.
