In a desolate steppe where the wind lashes against stone walls, the weight of lost days bears down on their shoulders. Béla Tarr, exploring the boundaries of slow-paced drama, examines the monotonous and gloomy routine of a father and daughter. Time, consumed by the steam of boiled potatoes, melts away in the silence of the freezing storm outside. The slowly fading breath of an old horse heralds the universe’s door closing in silence. Revealing the most bare and dark form of existence, this independent film invites the viewer into a solitude where words fail.