In a studio where every brushstroke is a confession and silence speaks louder than words, a story is born - one that cannot be spoken aloud. Faye has learned to keep her distance. Yoko's honesty cuts through all barriers. They find themselves in a fragile, delicate dance of feeling - where so much is forbidden, and yet even more is impossible not to feel. This is a story of glances that linger too long and of a closeness that lives between the lines - in pauses, gestures, and half-tones.