It is a Ritual, the ceremony that unites delicate pieces of pleasure and pain.

It is that hidden bridge where it all began, a space for the creation of life and death, of dances at night and songs at day. It is the most real and less tangible parallel world where kwazy was born, an open door to a universe where she invokes her most primitive ancestors, her totems, her spirits, who accompany her on his journey of adventures in the world of reality distorted, where truth and lies come together in the dance of the thousand and one masks.