In a room decorated in the baroque style, white curtains puffed and deflated as pleasant wind rushed in and swirled around the place.
Like arms, they reached out towards the bed at the center of the room. They wiggled and stretched but couldn't graze the man lying in tranquillity upon it.
His thinning hair was slicked back and had a greyish-white shade. His moustache was thinning, and his eyes were closed.
It was Benoit Durand's second role for the film.
The camera panned down to show his pillow. On its fabric was something written in golden threads.
De Roschillian.
The bed was surrounded by walls covered in portraits and paintings. Shields of gold and plaques of silver lined the cupboard under the solitary clock.
The camera zoomed out, showing a man standing with his hands clasped behind his back at the foot of the bed.
This one was far younger.
His hair was black, and his eyes were open.
But that didn't make him seem any livelier.
