On a stuffy summer night, thousands of insects revolve around a street lamp. Light attracts them, they believe in it, long for it, fly at it, collide and fly again, spin wheels, repeat the path to light. With their dance of longing for light, they create a wonderful field of luminous, chaotic but purposefully moving lights. The enchanting movement of light beetles is the eternal dance of our thoughts, the onslaught of light, into a better imaginary state.