Grief. A farewell. It’s not the goodbye that hurts. It’s the fact that I can’t do anything for you anymore. No matter how much I cry in pain, I can’t see you. No matter how much I resist the yearning, I can’t feel you. I picture you shivering in fear in a different world. Yet, there’s nothing I can do for you. That hurts. It really hurts. I want to console you. And me. I want to be consoled.

It’s a story of a woman, who keeps finding her way back to the stage again and again. Life knocks her down. She struggles with money. Her parents aren’t supportive. She thinks she’s not good enough. Maybe she needs to stop. Yet, she keeps coming back. Maybe she’s a fool. Maybe she’s stuck in a loop. But she can’t step off the stage no matter what.

It’s about a woman who tries to overcome her limits. She tries everything in her power to come out of her shell. She becomes desperate and restless, submissive and patient. But she can’t help but feel anxious and scared no matter what. She hopes the light will lead her somewhere and save her from the darkness. The moment she thinks she’s free, the moment she thinks she’s overcome the limits, she falls deeper into the abyss.