A man dresses for the day — maybe for himself, maybe for someone who never appears. He moves alone through quiet rituals that seem both intimate and performative, as if repeating them could hold something in place. Later, in an empty landscape, he meets someone who looks familiar, perhaps too familiar. Their brief exchange circles around questions neither speaks aloud, a recognition that feels accidental and inevitable at once. Nothing is explained, nothing is resolved. Two versions of a life meet for a moment, brush against an unnamed truth, and continue on.