MANDARINE-MANDARIN

The gates close like a forbidden secret on the City. An ugly wench reigns supreme and deep in the emperor's heart. Irregular and made of silk weaved by a clumsy child. A secret is simple when inhabited. Invisible flint for sparks of the mirror. This glorious ensemble of strange harmonies in regular quarters invites us to a feast. A costume ball of ghosts has already started, the shadows are dancing and take on their destiny!