A deserted subway station. A rumbling, empty escalator stretches deep underground.

     At the top, in front of the escalator, an abandoned smartphone is ringing, playing a strange melody. Steps….someone finds it.

     Suddenly the escalator fills up with a large crowd, rushing downward to the music of Brahms’s Requiem, continuing the melody of the phone. And in the station people are hurrying somewhere. But something (the camera) makes some of them stop for a moment or even shudder. What is this thing, which we don’t remember, as we run about our business, which is always watching us and which in the end will inevitably overtake us?! Truly among us, there are those who have already understood this, those who can make friends with the unseen presence.

   In the hands of the person who found it, the telephone rings again, repeating its strange call