Parchim - Persona (2012)

The view of the greying city echoes with a painful mist. Pretend to be human, wandering through the alleys of dimly-lit quarters, counting possible scenarios with trembling prayers. And in the house of a slumbering god, warmth emanates from eternity-wrapped dreams. Submerging into nonexistence is as pleasurable as the call of winged chimeras, pale inhabitants of the shadowy districts.