In the twilight hours between wakefulness and rapid eye movement (REM) sleep, Mikhail Tank embarks on an odyssey beyond the constraints of time. Guided by the revelation that within a single night’s rest, there exist thirty-five waking years to explore, he steps into a vast, surreal dreamscape—an ever-shifting theatre of the unconscious, where past, present, and future intertwine like darksoul kaleidoscopes.
In this realm, time is fluid, and memories materialize as living, breathing spirits within the Endless Darksoul Theatre of Time. Tank is the soloist, reconstructing fragments of existence—sculpting light from what no longer serves…
Echoing through the dream corridors is the whisper of an old Russian adage: Kuda noch, tuda i sny—“Where the night goes, so do the dreams.”
As dawn approaches, Tank faces a fun-art choice: wake and return to the linear world, or remain, forever weaving his existence within the thirty-five years of each night’s sleep. But perhaps—just perhaps—the dream has already become reality, and time, true time, has always belonged to those who dare to dream beyond its confines.