Harmony
The bodies are aligned. They resemble one another. They repeat. Together, they form a collective figure. Their backs are sheathed in light. They become a surface over which stars glide. The background is black. Faces disappear.
The stars draw the eye and compose a cosmic image. Each body takes part in a larger whole, like a constellation in motion. One can imagine the music, a star, a silhouette, a rhythm.
Harmony is built through repetition. A collective story told not with words, but with light.

Harmony
They look like dolls lined up next to each other. We see them from behind. They are almost the same size. They wear wigs. We cannot see their faces. Together, they form something like one big drawing. The light slides over them and lights up stars. Like a piece of sky that is dancing. You can almost imagine the rhythm and the music.
When everything repeats, a feeling of beauty appears. This is harmony. A story told without words, only with light.