This is a story about "origins".
I start from a paradox: God created the world, but the world gives names to God.
Together with three companions with different beliefs, we traveled across the continent and pieced together the common "divine shadow" in the legends of all ethnic groups.
But what are we looking for? Is it the origin of all things, or is it the obsession of human beings with the answer to "origin"?
When myths become clues that can be verified, and when beliefs become concepts that can be analyzed, what we ultimately have to face may be the huge questions about ourselves hidden behind all the stories.
Concept: Where does "I" come from?