One must clear the darkness and reveal the void. And the journey towards this. There should be a sense of emptiness throughout the work. And in the end, this becomes clear: that it is an unfathomable plunge into the void, not into darkness.

A man and a woman meet, without ever seeing each other, in the twin capsule of a famous roller coaster ride, the Zyklon. Within the confinement programmed by the ride and having the freedom to say whatever they want, since they will never meet, they construct identities, invent “selves,” remember stories – and, almost inevitably, they revisit the past (?) brutality of the Holocaust, the extermination camps, and Zyklon B gas.

With the ease of distance from so many years, they create scenarios and set up hypothetical "old stories of great love." But at some point, the two protagonists realize that there is no turning back from the “selves” they have created: the History they remembered overwhelms them, their hypothetical love becomes Fate. And that ultimately Zyklon B gas might be in the theater's ventilation.

A romantic nightmare for great love, for the power of Fate, for the grand meeting of people.