Summer ends, the season changes, and a woman drives for hours in the middle of the night without knowing that she is approaching Bethany, an isolated house, almost a territory outside the world. An unknown place inhabited exclusively by women who, however, do seem to know her. She carries a drowned sister on her back, and she has not told anyone that she is leaving or where because not even she knows that her trip is going to be so long. She is about to enter a house in which women dress in the same way, like followers of an ancestral cult, and carry out strange rites and celebrations. A space in which the goats dominate everything that is not guarded by the countless dogs that live there, and in which an immense rock hides the sunlight and dominates the landscape. In which, in the background, a lake delimits the borders of the land, perpetually flown over by birds. And where they also live a blind woman whom everyone adores and a girl who runs from one place to another without ever having left that place. A corner of land, water and trees where the newcomer does not want to be even though it may be, as they tell her without her believing it, the place where she finally discovers what it means to be part of something.
