The story continues in an abandoned place, heavy with history:

Istituto Marchiondi, a decaying former psychiatric hospital.

The night is over.

The music has vanished.

The real world asserts itself again: slow, heavy, merciless.

Here, Martina and Giosuè, visibly worn, awaken in a setting

of abandonment and desolation, among peeling walls and

shattered glass.

Nature has begun reclaiming the space: weeds sprout through

cracks in the floor, vines hang from the beams.

The cold building mirrors their inner hell.

The asylum becomes a symbol of damnation.

Both seem like victims of a dream that has evaporated.