Description
Dmazal, delicately composed of a maiden and a thorn, spends her days with the feeling that the things that appear are merely repeating themselves. Through a forest, a swamp, and a desert, in her transparent skin, with her wings, she struggles to create a path that she must build anew each time. The hours, the periods, and the self scatter, and she must gather them and construct the chain of events called life.
