The man with a travel case, a silent pilgrim in a surreal landscape. His journey is both introspective and initiatory - a seemingly ordinary walk on the tracks turns into a journey within himself. The character teeters between waking and dreaming. His eyes reflect both restlessness and the calm of reconciliation.

The narrow, dark railway tunnel through which John V. makes his way. The camera follows his eyes - the beginning of the journey is dark and introspective, the light at the end of the tunnel signals the transition to another dimension. Is this a regression or perhaps a flashback to Birth?

Extensive area along the line flooded with water. The tracks are the only solid way forward. In the fog, silhouettes of structures, dead trees, old carriages emerge - a melancholic, post-apocalyptic environment, a materialised past. Our body remains the only clue. Only by looking at his hands can the dreaming traveller ascertain whether he is dreaming or awake?

A monumental Art Nouveau complex with a tower, clock and facade from another century. Inside, the space changes: from an empty and cathedral-like space, it gradually becomes a place full of life, shadows of consciousness. Upon entering, we are greeted by the knowing head of the Mercury statue. But the tracks lead much deeper into the heart of the station...

A bizarre steampunk "coffee" machine that offers a strange liquid in a wine glass instead of a boost. Like a living being, it responds to the hero's presence. It gradually grows and becomes part of the tree. A symbol of decisions, illusions and the absurdity of everyday life? And the bitter sap of the Tree of Knowledge...

A monumental organic structure that grows through the station and houses an elevator with animal symbols instead of numbers. It is a gateway to other planes of consciousness or reality. The elevator lowers itself - as if it knows where it should lead. The crown of the tree is like a head on a human body without wings. On the seventh floor of the crown awaits... Now there is no turning back.

The door has a handle in the shape of an animal's claw - a telling detail that this office does not belong only to the human world. The atmosphere is reminiscent of the end of a labyrinth - the last threshold before something fundamental changes. The door seems to conceal something essential - an unspoken truth that must be opened alone. What follows is a narrow, darkened corridor where a series of doors stretch out - each bearing a special inscription: 'SOUL', 'SPIRIT', 'EROS', and more. The space feels like a backstage of Consciousness or an archive of inner chambers. The silence here is thick, almost audible.

The dedicated room behind the giant clock. A place of confrontation, silence and transformation. This is where
when all else has fallen silent. Anticipation sets in.

The series of visual sequences where reality changes: Jan recognises himself, the head turns into a mountain, the tracks disappear into the darkness. These visions transcend space and time - they are the cathartic and dreamlike conclusion of the whole journey.