Nona Decuma Morta

Plot: Time fractures in the palm of our hands. The need to understand it is imperative, while the urgency to master it becomes increasingly pressing. As we attempt to decipher the extent of our true freedom to master time, we fragment along with it, and in that instant, we become one. And meanwhile, the guardians of its threads watch us. Thus, we will never know if we act while they watch us or if we are mere witnesses to their decisions.