Their expression is pure in all circumstances, as if they have rid their faces
of all trace of passion or sentiment. Although they are looking at something,
that something does not exist in the same space in which their bodies have been
placed.
They are in another world and they hope, dizzily.
The chains of their bodies and memories are broken, and suddenly the unknown
breaks into the very heart of their familiar, daily world: death or life, dream
or reality, the unknown and the known...
Carlotta Ikéda