Shapes and faces that are appearing are travelling great distances in a endlesly long time. They are sleeping, numb, countless carried by the curents and living in dead still depths, and then, only once, in one moment, they resurface, shaped by the rocks, wind, waves, moon and in one fraction of the second (as long as eternity), they proudly, bitterly, sadly and magnificantly realise their body into this world. In a world, who was at that (and only in that) moment populated with one Vladimir, with his eyes, fear, curiousity and intuition. And in that moment, only in that moment, a little love sparked, recognise, survives huge grinding eternity and ends up being remembered. From here, the path is forking into two directions. On one is Vladimir who got something that he doesn't understand but trembles quietly by presentimented beauty and the other is eternity of the water and returning to peace.