Akvilė Anglickaitė “As soon as he touched the moss, power passed through into the forest, and the roots of trees turned into rivers”

Fingers are slowly sinking into a sticky void.
Surfaces rearrange themselves into planes.
And the circumstances have their own explanations.
– Would you find a soundtrack for that? A little bit of rhythm, undefined duration and timbre…
– Anything can happen?
– Even this.