Le Petit Trianon in a bubble. Musician Chesdana transforms into a Marie Antoinette-esque character that sings out her desire and long for a loved one. A never ending craving, passion, and need for sweet somethings are reflected in a pastel color palette, and take form of precious little desserts and porcelain. Everything, as love itself, is delicate, colorful and a bit fragile. Behind all gleefulness, a bit of decomposition shows: flowers are vibrant but already dead, desserts are destroyed or eaten for our heroine's pleasure, the sky is actually a tie-die representation of itself, the mirror is broken,butterflies are plastic, an ethereal garden that is an indoor set; there's some artificiality to this bubble because despite her cries, our character loves herself more than she loves her loved one.