Fabulous library buildings in the wilds of the forest. Are they moving or are we moving through them? If we are moving, where to? To the library, to the pages of an endless novel? To the pages of an encyclopedia? Or do we move on, to the pages of a dystopia? Once here, you forget everything. The fresh air stupefies the mind. The spray of the waterfall tickles your face. Jumping from page to page, it seems that we are free from time and space, and all around - the endless variety of these pages. And only the strange glare of light above us and we ourselves remind of time and space. A forest arises in our path - we climb over tree trunks, we wander along a path until the sun hits our eyes.