Act II - Akmê
Our legs feel heavy, the ascent was gruelling. It is curiosity that lead us here, from scene to scene, toward this door. Now it is thirst that makes us linger down the hill. Through the wood flows a subtle trickle of fresh air as if a source was hidden beneath it.
A gentle breeze opens the door before our eyes. After it stands a thick red curtain - it seems to have been erected to protect an impenetrable richness. As the stream leads us, we smoothly glide under it, fearless, toward an unknown fortune.
