A dreamlike cinematic frame: an indoor horse arena dissolves into a forest ritual ground. Logs form obstacles, but also a pit of fog, into which a horse leaps in slow motion. Around the pit, knitted dolls watch silently, like guardians of the dream. The atmosphere is thick with mist, rain hangs in the air like glass, and the light is soft and flickering as if shot through wet film. Poetic, melancholic, Tarkovsky-like.