The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known.

There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with B&W tiles, pillars cast an elegant shadow, a midnight blue velvet background engulfs the scene around the elements, there is no wind nor breeze, yet the masked individual’s features are so alive in movement. The labyrinth is a one of a kind portrait in-motion.

Outside the known Earth there is places that catch intrusive thoughts from the internal chatter of inhabitants syphoned as echoes. Wave upon wave of migrant thoughts are drowned in a great waterfall that concludes them for once and for all. Their final cry is heard by pensive onlookers, distant travellers that deem them as brown noise or as waves breaking in the ocean, inducing the listener to a meditative state.

“No trespassing.” A salute amongst travellers. But where have they all gone? Asked the voice of a worried man.

Grandpa may know something, said the voice of a young boy.

We are looking for grandpa. We follow the evidence…He must have seen it etched somewhere. Remember that black metal looking cilinder he used to study? I think he took it with him, everything else seems intact. Maybe he cracked it, maybe it took him elsewhere. We are behind in our imvestigation son… we must pick up the pace, the riddle is closing in on us, we must find a way…

The masked individual looked upon the hologram projection of the two subjects, he sat motionless over the wall next to one of the pillars, to then jump into the riddle they were alluding to. A man like himself could not stay still for long without action.