Nekropolis

Between flesh and bones, between heaven and earth, between body and soul, there is always a space where there is no light. This is where Nekropolis grows and reproduces itself: The truth is a piece of rotten meat, life can only fawn upon, the good and the bad are rather absurd concepts to show the nature of this distracting manoeuver that hides the real sense of our beings: The fear of death.