Seven stories, seven puzzles. In a strange and confusing world, you witness the dispute between power and desire, and the separation of people and sex.
People say:
On the first day you opened your eyes, they were as pure and white as a holy baby.
The next day you stretched out your hands, and flowers, vines and mold covered your palms.
The rain did not stop on the third day, and your lover kissed the rotten soil where you have been sleeping for a long time.
On the fourth day you wept beside the tombstone and prayed all night until your lips kissed the withered nightingale.
On the fifth day, you step on the steeple, and the thorn birds peck at your bleeding ankles.
On the sixth day the cross was raised, and you trembled and died under the sun.
But when you open your eyes on the seventh day, you forget everything and are as pure and white as a holy child.