At the bottom of the Rhine, magical gold gleams. When the Rhinemaidens who watch over it mockingly reject the advances of the Nibelung Alberich, the dwarf cheats them not only out of their treasure but also out of its secret: whoever forges a ring from the gold and renounces love will rule the world. Alberich does not hesitate, but his omnipotence is short-lived. After all, Wotan, King of the Gods, has also set his sights on the gold. He wants to use it to pay off his debt to the giants who built the fortress he dreamed of for so long. But doesn’t this Valhalla, laboriously constructed from broken pacts, symbolize the fatal aspirations of its owner? Hasn’t his power too already begun to wane?