EVE & KASSANDRUS
Eve is an inspirational writer of unknown letters to her-future-self.
In her room there are posters with persons she admires.
She looks on the endless universe every night (chaque nuit) and recites:
" His hair was rumpled and his hands full of ink. Find him! "
Kassandrus is an old king, bored up of his rock legacy.
He has to start reading something with philosophical value,
Dante's inferno, or Machiavelli's tortures, maybe.
He knows her well, she once wrote some lyrics for him:
" I bought a pack for you too, thus, to make my sorrow gone..."
"Everything's meaningless.."
Eve is an inspirational writer of unknown letters to her-future-self.
In her room there are posters with persons she admires.
She looks on the endless universe every night (chaque nuit) and recites:
" His hair was rumpled and his hands full of ink. Find him! "
Kassandrus is an old king, bored up of his rock legacy.
He has to start reading something with philosophical value,
Dante's inferno, or Machiavelli's tortures, maybe.
He knows her well, she once wrote some lyrics for him:
" I bought a pack for you too, thus, to make my sorrow gone..."
"Everything's meaningless.."
Narcissus gazing at his own reflection
In the meanwhile, a new character, unexpectedly, enters their group...
