Intro (feat. Pierce Brosnan)

That sound of the tip of a pencil scratching paper... Like snow crunching underfoot on a freezing night. Like the breath of a crystal dragon. Like brocade sliding off a shoulder... The best music I know.

My name is Alfons Mucha. What you are about to see and hear might be something that you, as the rational people of the twenty-first century, might be reluctant to believe. I myself didn’t know there existed a door into a different reality. And that through this door, you enter the world of art, full of beauty and harmony. In this world, you are absolutely free, until you come up against its far side. And the darkness there.

However, I shall not be your guide here, rather you will be guided by your contemporary, who is bound to me by a fairly odd chain of circumstances.