MUSIC VIDEOS:
VIDEO/SOUND BY MAURYCY POLEWSKI
MODELS: LENA, M., TENTAKLEE, NICO, AMANDA
MAKEUP: AMANDA, FABIANA
GAFFER: ITAMAR KERNER
MUSIC/SOUND: DIAMANTISTA
Level 1: Freefall ∞ Eternal
“Player 1 awakens at Freefall Eternal and must escape before being consumed before the park closes and the shadows of delusion consumes them”
Where is the beginning of a loop? How long does it take to count to infinity? When did we start falling? You should have never come here… :3
The difference between the main character and an NPC is negligible when free will exists for neither.
THE PALACE COLLECTIVE
CROSS DISCIPLINARY. FEMME LED. FOR ALL.
RESIDENCY 2024.
(comming soon)
CÁRPATOS – LIBRARY OF MEMES
In a decaying, infinite library that floats in the void, knowledge has lost all meaning. Books are no longer read but torn apart for survival. Fractured tribes—The Pragmatists, The Fanatics, and The Despaired—wander through the endless hexagonal chambers, clinging to remnants of a lost civilization.
When a lone wanderer, The Despaired, stumbles upon a cursed book, reality begins to collapse. The leader of the Fanatics, Carpatos, desperately seeks to decode its meaning, but instead, the Library is consumed by a chaotic surge of digital horrors, cursed imagery, and corrupted nostalgia. What begins as a search for knowledge spirals into a hallucinatory nightmare—where cultural memory dissolves into static, human identity is swallowed by memes, and the universe itself fractures into infinite, meaningless fragments.
As the cycle repeats, a new generation of children crawls through the ruins, their gaze no longer on books, but locked onto flickering screens—trapped in an era where history has become nothing more than a series of distorted, looping images.
(comming soon)
LICITIR – Tomorrow we dream of sleeping in a garden of camellias [RG26]
In a crumbling, oppressive hotel, maids toil under the watchful eyes of silent enforcers. They scrub away stains—both literal and symbolic—while singing hymns of labor, their voices a contrast of struggle and beauty. Beneath the suffocating routine, decay festers. The maids are leashed, fed like dogs, and paraded as both workers and performers, their worth measured in obedience or talent.
One maid, MAID2, possesses a voice so pure it grants her passage beyond the dim corridors, into a hidden space beneath the hotel—a drain-like underworld where time stands still. Here, a Puppet Choir rehearses under the guidance of an Old Man Puppet, a forgotten craftsman who weaves their uniforms like a silent god of lost dreams. Among spilled remnants of past lives—oversized objects of human waste and desire—MAID2 sings, her voice reaching towards the light filtering through drain holes above.
As her song resonates, a lifeless man submerged in a bathtub stirs—his throat loosened from the grip of a suffocating vine. A presence is revived, a cycle disrupted. But the cost is steep. A fellow puppet is collared and dragged into the darkness, swallowed by the hotel’s unrelenting hunger.
The hotel remains a machine of control, its corridors leading endlessly into shadow, but for a moment—a single note—something breathes again.
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