Hot summer night. It smells like rain, the downpour is knocking on the cornice. Time to sleep, you are handed a projector and a fairy tale in a shabby box. You haven't seen this one before. The slides are old, discolored. Now you are alone in the room. Sleep slowly creeps in while you frame the frames. The device is ready for use. A strange premonition stopped you for a moment, but, brushing it off, you turn on the filmstrip.