
User Score
0 votes
A voice from the entrance of the house kept ringing in my ears... What a bloody wedding... The bridal veil was drowning in the house... It definitely wasn't a man's voice... But it wasn't a woman's voice either... Maybe it was my own voice... Where had I first heard this voice or even the poem... Who had sung it to me?
Status
Released
Original Language
FA

Mr. K, a traveling magician, finds himself in a Kafkaesque nightmare when he can’t find the exit of his hotel. His attempts to get out only pull him deeper, entangling him further with the hotel and its curious inhabitants.