Across the Venetian lagoon a collection of thin towers colonize a forgotten island. It is clear that there is life, but the purpose of these figures remains a mystery. As the randomness of their arrangement offers no clues, upon closer inspection you discover silhouettes in the deep windows of the towers. An artist sits at an easel while nearby another figure is reading. A group gathers around a table laughing. What appears to be a projection of a presentation catches your eye. A musician stands on a rooftop and you swear you can hear jazz.