A high ridge at night. A camp, left behind in perfect stillness. The canvas of a tent is slit, but from the inside. A lantern sits cold, its fuel spent. Footprints lead away from the shelter, only to vanish into a field of clean, unmarked snow. A stove is assembled, but it was never lit. Beneath a vast and empty sky, there are no witnesses, only questions.
The scene tells a story that makes no...
