Maintained in the convention of a daydream, or rather a psychedelic vision, an impression on the works of Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz. Individual sequences of the film depict fragments of Witkacy's works, and the whole seems to be a commentary on the sentence: "I remember that night, when boundless terror took over the innermost fibers of my brain, and all I could hear was that terrible babble in the gaping maw of the unknown, that something blind, turning its blade toward itself."

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