Around a campfire. Lots of silence, lots of space. Desert and rock formations. Silence is permeable through the whole evening. Looking into the fire, those words that are spoken are only punctures in the crackle of the fire. It is so beautiful here.
Olivia: It is so beautiful here.
Zarina: Vast and empty and filled with the hum of a thousand particles.
(The campfire mesmerises them for a moment)
Zarina: It's fire above in each stars and fire right here.
Olivia: Still, though, tonight.
Zarina: Still, yeah. Still, baby, still. Still, I wonder what-
Olivia: What?
Zarina: What my life would have been without your-
Olivia: You're welcome. I've told you, there's no need.
Zarina: No, now, don't do that. You saved my life once upon a time and I think often of it. Staring into the fire, especially, out in the wilderness, I think about it.
(The women are lost in thought.)
Olivia: It is a wild ride, this world of ours.
Zarina: It is. It is indeed.
(The stars above, echo a reverbaration of joy. They cry a cry of bursting joy and sorrow. They wish they could be around the campfire, too! A pack of wolves howls in a nearby ridge. Wolves have an incredible howl, and they always sound like they are crying a little, like the stars, like Zarina.)