Red Egg of the Crimson King

There is a presence in the static

In a dilapidated apartment drowned in the oppressive hum of electricity, a man kills his evenings by watching, through a hole in the wall, an empty stage bathed in childish music. This strange routine brings him a fragile joy. But one evening, something appears: an egg-shaped object marked with a face. An enigmatic presence. An angel… God?