The fates of a ship's handyman who has lost his dignity and a siren imprisoned in the bilge should not have intersected, but their fates are entangled by fate. In the moonlight, under the porthole, what shape will this twisted fate weave into one during the long seven-day night?
Separated by the high wall of race and prejudice, can we reach the narrow door?
Under the moonlight, someone has confessed.
Purpose: Prejudice and discrimination are an insurmountable wall, but we must always connect with each other through its gaps