A hearse shrouded in thick fog moves through the rain. Its journey passes through forests, grasslands, train tunnels, wooden fences, and undulating roads at a speed that could be described as hypnotic. Human figures inhabit eccentric spaces where gravity does not exist and scenes repeat themselves, alternating between climatic extremes (from rain to fire) and objects that spin falsely (between fragility and immortality). Cities fade away. It is a frozen and eternal world, without borders or time, like a kind of theme park built as a mausoleum of melancholy.
