Rising from the grass, framed by cliffs and an endless sky, they stand bathed in the soft afternoon light. A flock of birds drifts past as a distant voice calls out. They slip off their lace-trimmed stockings and, entranced, step deeper into the valley. Thorns catch their fingers and graze their cheeks, yet they do not stop. In this untouched valley, where cliffs bear silent witness to time, millions of years have led to this single moment. Anticipation and fear entwine within the girl's dream. On the cliffs above, searchers pace through the night, their voices raw with worry. “Where has the vanished girl gone?” they plead, their echoes lost in the wind. Some questions drift beyond the reach of answers, dissolving like mist over the valley floor.