MEMORY RUN TIME

False walls come down, voices gathered in the dark rise like a huge wave and swallow the ground underfoot, and the film rides a new rhythm down into deep space. Pieces of a blurred memory are fitted back together to turn time around, a small flame inside something cold pulls the curtain aside, and the counterattack begins with waking up inside a game that has changed completely. To the sound of a clock at the darkest hour before dawn, it seeps in without a sound, tears the curtain open and walks out into the world.