Two monks in brown robes pull the opposing ends of a giant cello string with a winch. It is the lenght of several football fields, and as thick as a human torso. It is hanging above a bottomless pit inside a windowless brick monastery. Small pieces of the string unravel as it becomes more taut and slack. The string vibrates while becoming illuminated with a pleasing aura of green, blue, and pink light.
The two men gradually reel in the string as if they are pulling up an anchor in slow motion. They are both standing on ledges that jut out from the endless monastery walls. Above and below them, the walls reach into visionless shadows. As the men rotate the cranks, the ledges crawl closer together like they are unattached to friction or architecture.
The walls of the pit get closer to each other, a translucent blue blob squeezes out of the black abyss. It floats above the monks and smiling faces begin to manifest on the surface of the blob. It looks like a giant raindrop with pleasant children faces encased inside. The raindrop hovers and twists. More and more smiling human faces begin to appear in the watery cocoon. some of the younger faces begin to twist and contort, making comical puffing motions with their cheeks and scrunching their noses while pouting their lips.
Slowly, like a cloud of mist, the giant rain drop evaporates into the air and the faces break apart into ether. The walls recede to their original position and the monks remain standing on guard, no longer pulling the winch.
