It is the final voyage of the mankind searching for the Promised Land.
In a constant sway, almost as if it is about to be capsized, a ship is caught in the raging of the high seas. Its unstable cargo, insecurely strapped onto the vessel, is only seconds away from being swept away by the waves; tied to the teetering vessel is a smaller ship, brimming with cargo just like its leader.
Is it a journey in search of the land, when one’s sail seems dangerous and meandering?
Is it the white crystals of the North Pole that have transformed the Earth into an endless field of blue?
Is it simply a search for for another land, or is it a journey to find an alternative to the present state of being?