E' il tramonto.
Un bosco e le sue creature stanno per assopirsi, una crisalide sembra doversi schiudere di lì a poco. Delle figure quasi prive di consistenza si intravedono dietro i tronchi, tra i cespugli. Delle risate di donna riempiono l'aria altrimenti silenziosa.
Una città comincia ad arrossire in attesa della notte.
Una telefonata si mischia ai rumori lontani di persone, automobili.
Una conversazione uomo donna: parlano del compleanno di lui, quel giorno, lei lo prega di essere puntuale all'appuntamento di quella notte, si salutano. La dolcezza di lui suggerisce siano una coppia.
Lei vaga per la città come in attesa di qualcosa. Pensierosa, triste, preoccupata, cammina come senza meta: una strada affollata sottolinea la sua solitudine, in un bar le tenerezze di due amanti le ricordano ciò che ha perso, un parco ha il sapore di ricordi piacevoli.
Lei sola in una città che dopo le prime ore della sera è deserta come a ricordarle li suo stato d'animo; lui in un accogliente stanza d'hotel in compagnia di un'altra donna. Chiacchiere, risate e sguardi d'intesa accompagnati da una bottiglia di vino.
Il tempo passa, la donna è assopita nuda nel letto, lui pensieroso, triste, preoccupato, sembra attendere qualcosa proprio come la girovaga della città.
Entrambi aspettano la mezzanotte.
In un capannone abbandonato tre donne meravigliose si vestono e truccano come se si stessero preparando ad andare in scena, come se fossero nei camerini di un teatro. Sono le stesse creature dell'inizio, sono le villi.
I loro sono gesti scattosi, l'eco della stanza accoglie un rumore di battito d'ali, impercettibili sibili che richiamano delle creature alate: farfalle.
La ragazza solitaria raggiunge il capannone, l'accolgono le villi che la truccano e la vestono elegantemente, le gestualità sono lente come in un rito. La ragazza è elegantissima come se dovesse assistere ad una prima teatrale.
Il ragazzo arriva a sua volta.
Il capannone è buio, riempito solo da sottili rumori come di insetti. Un fascio di luce proveniente dal soffitto lo invade. Le villi lentamente lo accerchiano giocando con lui come con un burattino. Gli ruotano attorno in una danza vorticosa che lo invade, ed egli, inerme, è costretto a danzare.
D'un tratto un tessuto gli cinge la vita: alle estremità le villi gli roteano attorno sino a coprire interamente la figura del giovane che ora, assomiglia ad una grossa crisalide.
Dalla morte di un traditore nasce nuova vita per la stirpe delle Villi.
It's sunset. As the forrest and it’s creatures doze, a chrysalis opens. Transparent figures can be glimpsed behind the trunks and in the bushes. The laughter of a woman fills the air that is otherwise silent. A city begins to blush waiting for the night. A phone call is added to the distant sounds of people, cars. It is a conversation between a man and a woman talking about the his birthday. She begs him to be punctual for their date that night. They hang up. Her sweetness suggests they are a couple. She wanders through the city as if waiting for something. She is pensive, sad, worried, and walks aimlessly. A crowded street emphasizes her solitude. In a bar, the tenderness of two lovers reminds of her what she lost. A park holds pleasant memories. She is alone in a city that after the first few hours of the evening is as deserted as her mood. He is in a cozy hotel room in the company of another woman. Talking, laughter and glances are accompanied by a bottle of wine. Time passes, the woman is naked in bed asleep, he is thoughtful, sad, worried. He seems to be waiting for something, just like the woman wandering the city. Both are waiting for midnight. In an abandoned warehouse, three beautiful women wear makeup and dress as if they were preparing to go on stage, as if they were in the dressing room of a theater. They are the same creatures from the beginning of the story. They are the Villis. Their gestures are jerky. The echo of the room multiplies the sound of beating wings. The imperceptible hiss reminiscent of the winged creatures: butterflies. The lonely girl reaches the shed. She is welcomed by the villi, in their makeup and costumes. Their gestures are slow as in a ritual. The girl is very elegant as if she were attending a theatrical premiere. The man enters. The shed is dark, filled only by subtle noises like insects. A beam of light coming from the ceiling invades the darkness. The villi slowly encircle him, playing with him as a puppet. The revolving and whirling dance seizes him, and he, helpless, is forced to dance. Suddenly a tissue encircles him, the villi spinning around him until they cover his entire body. He now looks like a large chrysalis. From the death of a traitor, a new life is born for the lineage of the Villis.
It's sunset. As the forrest and it’s creatures doze, a chrysalis opens. Transparent figures can be glimpsed behind the trunks and in the bushes. The laughter of a woman fills the air that is otherwise silent. A city begins to blush waiting for the night. A phone call is added to the distant sounds of people, cars. It is a conversation between a man and a woman talking about the his birthday. She begs him to be punctual for their date that night. They hang up. Her sweetness suggests they are a couple. She wanders through the city as if waiting for something. She is pensive, sad, worried, and walks aimlessly. A crowded street emphasizes her solitude. In a bar, the tenderness of two lovers reminds of her what she lost. A park holds pleasant memories. She is alone in a city that after the first few hours of the evening is as deserted as her mood. He is in a cozy hotel room in the company of another woman. Talking, laughter and glances are accompanied by a bottle of wine. Time passes, the woman is naked in bed asleep, he is thoughtful, sad, worried. He seems to be waiting for something, just like the woman wandering the city. Both are waiting for midnight. In an abandoned warehouse, three beautiful women wear makeup and dress as if they were preparing to go on stage, as if they were in the dressing room of a theater. They are the same creatures from the beginning of the story. They are the Villis. Their gestures are jerky. The echo of the room multiplies the sound of beating wings. The imperceptible hiss reminiscent of the winged creatures: butterflies. The lonely girl reaches the shed. She is welcomed by the villi, in their makeup and costumes. Their gestures are slow as in a ritual. The girl is very elegant as if she were attending a theatrical premiere. The man enters. The shed is dark, filled only by subtle noises like insects. A beam of light coming from the ceiling invades the darkness. The villi slowly encircle him, playing with him as a puppet. The revolving and whirling dance seizes him, and he, helpless, is forced to dance. Suddenly a tissue encircles him, the villi spinning around him until they cover his entire body. He now looks like a large chrysalis. From the death of a traitor, a new life is born for the lineage of the Villis.
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