France, 2020.
A multicolored ray flows into an icy living room. Three whimsical boys, flanked by instruments from another time, stop to smell the scent of flowers. Suddenly, the lights go out. Shock. Kinetic. Franck sails between the folds, resuscitating the holy carcass long asleep. Infinite movement of true-false nostalgia.
Franck! Flower! Wake up the guitars!