In the still light of dusk, life creeps between shadows and grains. Two mice chase their evening meal, unaware of the golden eyes watching from the darkness behind the bottles. The thick rope, braided from wheat, winds like a path toward freedom — or perhaps toward the trap. One wrong step, and the silence will shatter with a leap from the shadows.
In this world of light and darkness, every grain of gold is both a promise — and a threat.