PANDORA

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DUST OF TIME

When the black blood of the mortal falls to the earth,
I know no one who can bring him back with words.

A study on the function of Choricity. The elders of the city, covered in the Dust of Time that has settled on their hair and clothes, create the ever-changing soundscape. Through the Chorus, figures emerge, "wear" their masks, and explore Waiting and Divine Mania, respectively.

The entire performance unfolds within clouds of dust. The space is white. The guardian, wearing a blue mask—the deep blue of the sky—stands whitened by the years spent on the rooftop, beneath the snow and the flower pollen that have settled on him and remain to this day. The elders, dusted by time, their hair white, their garments too. Cassandra, cloaked in divine dust, dons a red mask—the color of the blood she envisions.

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