Das zweite Gesicht: Eine Liebesgeschichte

In a mist‑laden moor the “burning witch” awakens with a sneeze, tossing her bright red dress, golden hat and striped apron into a wild, spiraling dance. The vivid colors of her outfit seem to ignite the soggy peat and grass around her, turning the bleak landscape into a fleeting carnival of flame and movement. Her playful, almost mischievous energy makes the swamp itself gasp in awe, as if the very ground were falling in love with her steps.

She soon spots a lone hunter in a green coat, rifle slung over his shoulder, and the chase begins. The witch darts, shouts, and flutters ahead, forcing the man to leap over trenches and splash through water while his equipment clatters behind him. Their pursuit winds through burning reeds and smoldering pine, a frantic duet of wit and will that leaves listeners breathless with the sheer exuberance of this surreal encounter.