It is 2019: a totalitarian odyssey. Cold winds. Death impulses. Dancing and eating, with penguins and tortured humans screaming in the abyss of death. Every year they go to the coast to dance and die. Everywhere in the world, there is more than meets the eye. Land and sea to share. Red, yellow, black and white. There is darkness and light. There are sad stories, but it is good to be alive.