While I am burning...
On the reversed sound of Vivaldi's Spring, a line scratched on the film follows the silhouette of outside's lifeforms, praying for them to be reborn, in a better world, in a better form.
On the reversed sound of Vivaldi's Spring, a line scratched on the film follows the silhouette of outside's lifeforms, praying for them to be reborn, in a better world, in a better form.
