They are ridiculous, yet never resemble the theatre of the absurd. Though they are non-people they have beauty, and their bodies and movements break out into magnificent arcs of dance from time to time. Aouni's movements can be horribly difficult. They chill with their instinctive desire to hurt. But his dancers go through every contortion with ease, suddenly flying into majestic arcs of movement, though there is nothing around them worth desiring.
Questions posed are never answers.
Like the creatures, we are born in the dark and go out in the dark, and the scarecrow is just a lot of stuffed straw hanging in space. The ballet suggests that one might. There is no comfort. Animals, flies on the wall, creatures. In the end there is nothing left but music.