Two section hands are working on a railway enbankment. They’re aspiring, planning. But their guard is intransigent, the train will be here soon, the rails must be finished. He can’t understand them and they can’t understand him too. The time pass and the train doesn’t come like the dreams don’t come true.

Play of colors, forms, the motion and the space. All of these are presented on the way of birth and death, the beauty of life and the void after the unavoidable passing and the following reborn

A word spread out that a new, mysterious drug appeared in the Industrial Area. Several people lay claim to the bag which contains the sample. The game begins…