Two young women wear ancient masks—echoes of lineage, duty, and silence. In modern dress, they move with gestures both tender and uncertain, bound by unseen rules. Love lingers, unspoken. They flee to the edges of the known, where time dissolves and the gaze cannot follow. There, in stillness and wind, they shed the masks, not to forget tradition, but to touch the self beneath. In this sacred hush, they become—fluid, unbound, infinite.