In Iceland it is believed that rocks and cliffs are inhibited by elves, human-like beings with supernatural powers that live in another dimension, thus being invisible to the human eye. Nevertheless, they can show themselves to people or come up to them in dreams, helping, threatening or punishing them for their actions.
The house is empty. The footsteps echo on the corridors, searching the memories of those who once lived here. The house is empty, life as well – but there is no sadness in that. It is the kind of emptiness of someone starting, not someone finnishing, like the emptiness of a white canvas ready to paint.