Everything borns from dust and in dust it returns

Eyes;are the mirror of the soul but for a soul trapped in an irreversible curse it becomes just a greyish wall, indeed, her eyes are like a black hole, a tunnel that sucks your life force down till the last drop. The story of Victoria, a girl who carries with her a heavy past in addition to her beekeeper hat, is a point of view in which everything is obscured by a veil. Nonetheless, someone will make their way in her suffering path, someone who will be able for the first time to deeply touch her soul, to admire death itself straight in the eyes, with an indescribable sincerity.