1941 AD, Birkenau concentration camp.
Seven years after the first encounter between the Nazi SS officer "Ralphardo Alecander" and the young Jewish painter Silver, the fate in the hands of the goddess Croto once again intertwined their fates.
Under their feet was the disintegration of that turbulent era. Being on opposite sides, like light and shadow, day and night, neither coexist nor separate. What tightly imprisons the betrayed souls is a bond based on hatred and death, which is more desperate and sad than love.
In the war-torn years, who can remember that scene of an elegy for betrayal composed of blood that was more beautiful than flowers and more intense than flames. The bells of daytime rang through the long and silent night, but it showed that this opera was written with death as its final coda.
The name engraved on the chest is a mark that will never be forgotten, and it is also the only and false eternity that belongs to those two people.
[World War II story, the main line is Germany, and we will never whitewash it.