The first steps taken for the hundredth time…the place of a thousand returns, a bottomless well of longing. You stick your ear to this space and you understand the silence. Limitless loneliness fills you up with warmth, the source of which cannot be found in you.. Run through the fields, frozen water pools…run straight ahead, even at the price of awakening…it is the only chance to find out how far hope stretches..the hope your fear fed you before it became clear that this run may not have an end.