We are zooming down, down, into the tub of an old 50’S WRINGER WASHING MACHINE. Swish, swish, swish. Slowly, the pounding of the machine changes to electronic sounds, and the sight of the sudsy, swirling laundry metamorphoses into a bizarre vortex of swirling colours which gives the feeling that a new universe is being born. As we move through the eddying mass of colours, we hear a deep electro-machine like vioce (VICTORIA), “IN THE BEGINING, MAN CREATED GOD.”
Two bolts of lightning strike in a criss-cross manner, creating a gigantic ‘X’ in the sky. “And God said, ‘LET THERE BE DEATH'” – the image freezes. “AND THEN THERE WAS BETH.”. In the centre of the ‘X’ hatches a small creature. The creature forms into a beautiful baby DRAGON that immeidately devours the frozen image and takes us on a journey.

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