In 1941, at the Bicknau concentration camp.
Seven years after their first meeting, the threads spun by Clotho, goddess of fate, once again entwine the destinies of Ralfado Alec Ander, a Nazi SS officer known as the Silver-Winged Eagle, and Sivor, a young Jewish painter.
At their feet lies the collapse of a tumultuous age. Standing on opposing sides, they are like light and shadow, day and night: unable to coexist, yet impossible to part. What binds their estranged souls together is a bond built upon hatred and death, more despairing and sorrowful than love.
In those years of raging war, who remembers that immoral elegy, written in blood more vivid than flowers and fiercer than flame? The bells of daylight ring out through the long, silent night, heralding the opera's final death-written refrain.
The name engraved on their chests is a mark they can never forget, and the only, false eternity belonging to the two of them.
[World War II story, centered on Germany, with absolutely no whitewashing.]
Fattening,, I like this setting