The eyes of my figures have just been hollowed. Eyes that could see just minutes ago are now bound to eternal darkness. Mouths are sewn shut; they have a lot to say, but they cannot shout. Ears are not even depicted; they have no hearing. My figures can neither see nor speak nor hear. Yet, they are still trying hard to scream for help. What we are witnessing here is actually a state of crisis beyond melancholy, before death.