Sailing by the coast of Norwegian fjords, where a black landscape is covered by uncountable layers of white, Lykke, the ship, travels at 14 knots an hour. Soon, one is swept up by inner and outer contrast, where the natural and the mental collide, a place where melancholia dwells. It would seem like one travels through mirrors of water, earth, air, and other elements we carry inside. The road is made into a particular place where there is a chance to be intimate with nature, coexisting between veils of fog and silence. A journey from the inside out, in a matter so intimate, it’s hard to tell which is which.