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Description
Being locked up within four walls can be worse than any curse. When the sun shines, it is not a joy but a punishment, and the only way to feel alive is to wait for darkness. Here, eternal youth turns out to be a trap, a cross around your neck is an experiment, and cemeteries are seen more often than church walls. It all sounds like teenage rebellion that has dragged on forever: with fangs for the camera, with wings that had to be cut off by oneself. And that's why the request to “get me out of here” sounds not capricious, but desperate - as if every word trembles with the desire to run through the sun at least once, even if it's the last time.