A singer lost in another century, he moves forward, carried by a dream that wavers between vertigo and gentleness. He envisions the spotlights, the orchestra, and the crowd hanging on his every note. This dream calls to him as much as it frightens him. Behind this longing also burns a fear: the fear of the unknown, and of failure that wounds. And yet, a deeper truth rises within him, quiet, unwavering. He cannot keep himself from letting what wants to be born inside him resonate. Art is his refuge, his source of energy, and… his reason for living.