The end of the world is mere hours away, and a strange pink fog has taken over the town. In the chaos, two men bump into each other. With no past and no future, they have only this fleeting moment to hold on to.
Carlo’s lying down. The sun is burning his back. The wind is still. The air is warm. There’s a dryness in the air. He can barely breathe, until he sees Mateus.
In contemporary Tehran, Mani is coming to terms with this burgeoning puberty. He is also fascinated by all the men surrounding him - particularly his driver.