| NARRATION (English subtitles) |

Sunset.
Only one look is enough to make me aware of how important 24 hours in a day can be.
My eyes, not strong enough to stand sunlight, have watched.
My ears have heard.
Sometimes I am here, yet sometimes I am not.
Sometimes with a reason. Sometimes without one.
I am traveling towards the center of the earth.
My ride moves alone, fuled with forces more powerful than all.
It takes me to an unknown crossroad, far away from the sun and the sky blanket.
Further down into the womb of mother earth, somewhere half way towards the center.
The crossroad is dark. Mysterious. Seducing.
Unknown people are approaching me from the dark.
Their eyes, evil and empty.
Their shadows not visible on the light that shone upon me.
Well, those are just my creations. My demons of the past.
My old friends that I have forgotten about, days, even years ago.
They walked to me like zombies, almost instinctively wanting to suck blood out of my veins.
Suddenly, a song of an angel.
The echo of its harmony echoed from one of possible directions.
Somehow, zombies have disappeared.
What causes this sound, so calming and restful? So romantic and immortal.
What secret lies behind each tone?
Few more steps and I realize that there is a door on the opposite side.
Unknown red light spread the chaos through the cracks.
Unsure, I am standing in the middle of the crossroad.
Angel's song on the right. Mysterious door on the left.
Confused, I am urged to go one way.
So I did...
Left.
One step over the doorstep, and the door shut behind me.
Terrified by what I have seen, I wanted to go out.
But I couldn't. The door handle got volcanic.
There was no exit.
I watched all those demonic silhouettes as they were laying in a gigantic ashtray, alighted by that same light from before.
Those silhouettes are shadows, trapped forever in gigantic dump of this world.
My ride is here again.
Together, we move over indescribable, hellish areas of my sub-consciousness.
And we enjoy the landscape. Well, more-less.
I am stopping in front of my own face.
But that was not me.
My every move would repeat itself like in a mirror, but there was no mirror there.
I touched him, and he touched me.
Supreme experience. Extreme pleasure.
- Are you me? - I asked my other one.
- I am you as much as you are me... but you don't belong here. - He spoke these last words and disappeared in the fog.
I am moving on. Thinking about my words.
I have seen the exit, and rushed towards it wanting to get out of this madness.
But I am withheld.
I hate that idiot angel. Its stupid glow and small harp are totally irritating.
And now this creep is in my way, not letting me to get out. To freedom.
What an asshole!
I should've gone right.
New awakening. It is a new day for me.
New opportunity.
I get up. I find myself in the center of the earth.
I am at a crossroad again.
Which way should I go now?
(To read the original story on which the film was based on, go to Wires.)