We imagined the things our ancestors did and the stories they told. But how could we translate it all into NOW.
We were sniffing the soil for lost instructions, scribbled maps to make sense of the dark.
In the end, the only knowledge is written in our bones. Guided by felt memories we must cross the dark in our own ways.

Es geht darum, die uralten Muster zu sprengen, die uns dazu bringen, in den inneren Heuhaufen zu kriechen und uns tot zu stellen.
Dies sind Zeiten für Rebellinnen. die sich trauen, ihre alten Wunden zu erkennen.