Lorenzo moves slowly through a succession of landscapes as if he were crossing imaginary thresholds in search of his lover. With each passage, parallel worlds fade away.​

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The room appears. In front of a mirror, his reflection detaches itself slightly from him, projected like a parallel presence, a visible echo of his desire and his anxiety.
The setting subtly transforms: a dark corridor, a room with a sloping ceiling, then a final space bathed in cold light coming from the windows.​

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He pauses at the bedside of his sleeping lover, his gaze filled with a restrained tenderness. The reflection in the mirror remains for a moment, a silent witness to this suspended intimacy.