The black horses galloping uphill against the Sunset, the low-hanging, almost dangling non-Southern stars, and the black dog which led the way towards the edge and to the sunrise. The yurts, the first bowl of alcohol, the blue sash, the mutton, the horse riding, the dairy treats, the wrestling, the Morinhuur, the dance, the fine details of the costumes... brought all the fictional and non-fictional characters to life - except Psy who just invited himself to the party maybe.
