Serene and silent, cloaked by the heavy veil of time and surrounded by shadows and morosely beautiful females, a woman gives birth and withers away. This transcendental event spans the chasm between this world and the next, allowing safe passage into oblivion. Now, a voice turns into a sorrowful lamentation, evoking fragmented but vivid memories of a life that is no more, unifying them into a single, dream-like sequence of chronos and space. The parable will soon come to an end, and yet another circle of life and death commences in the eternal garden of procreation. Is this the place of truth and enlightenment?
—Nick Riganas