Sibyls
Hanging in a jar, preserved carrion, they asked what she desired.
She sang the song of sweet death.
The mother volcano's poison a fruitful exercise in darkness.
She spoke of a vacancy so soft and peaceful. Each living cannot help but move towards it.
Constantly desiring, Spread out in fiery points.
Glowing into words barked, then a pure gold shrieking echo, And thus, finally, savagely still.
Director @yagmurtacar
Photo credit @photographictree
Performers @_aphroditus @luckyvelvett
@so.sassy_classy@zifan_gu@_aimeesweet_@ztsfzl
@flat_whyte
Daf @sarafotros.daf
Animation @Valentin Dely
Lighting design @_sanli.obj
Costume design @bymatthew_howard
Sound design @tianndd
Script @celinerevenge @_aphroditus @luckyvelvett
Make up @fayyy.kang_
Stage manager @moyamoya_25
Stage assistant @kuorreng
Photography @photographictree @cagnbaskn
Videography @celinerevenge
Program visual @rocapiacentini