Knowledge was an illusion that they controlled their fate. History, an illusion that they touched their fate. Art, that they had the power to surpass their fate. Power, that they could exist independently of their fate. Money, that they would manage to forget their fate.
Thirty-somethings are faced with knowledge, history, art, power, and money, all concentrated in their obsessive love for a woman who has the habit of playing with forms, souls, and generations for centuries. Goddess, devil, creation of a prank, owner of the past, murderer of the present, and seed of the future, she spreads around her an aroma of inevitable destiny that drives people mad.
And the unsuspecting thirty-somethings, in their blind flight through the half-crazy Greece of the 90s, are led straight to the traps of her eternal sensuality. In order to violently free themselves from the illusions, learning irreversibly that the backside of a splendid palace can very well be the front of a torture chamber.