The silent howl is enclosed in slow-throbbing bubbles of light that inflate and shrink back into the vent pipes that emerge from the underground in the middle of the Old Town courtyard. It’s like a seductive and frightening silent roar that strays from the foreign bodies that are living in the courtyard – the unabashed attributes of our lives. The modern world tries to demystify the underground for utilitarian purposes, but does not fully remove the mystic veil.