The weather is overcast in the Garden. A metal sky hovers and rumbles. Sitting there, a silhouette is a spectator of the sudden disappearance of its bird. Its birdsong manages to fly away and tries to attract its owner. Wanting to catch up with the birdsong, the silhouette rushes headlong into this Garden with surrealistic landscapes and realizes, over her encounters, that in the Garden, death is something contagious only for the eyes.