A veil of sadness lies over the oppressively hot summer days. Cleo dives into daydreams with her cousins, the girls share secret signs and rituals. Flowing gently, in impressionistic images, the empty space that the death of Cleo’s sister has left in the family is poetically encircled.
Agatha and Leonidas have a somewhat absorbing mother-child relationship: Agatha never fell in love again, and Leonidas doesn't know what love is. From one day to the next, Agatha wakes up in the body of a seven-year-old girl.
