Some moments don't need resolution to feel complete. When Anna and Ethan find themselves in the same museum gallery on a rainy Thursday night, they begin a conversation without words—moving through displays of things that no longer exist, noticing what the other notices, building something neither can name. The almost-kiss under the awning isn't the end of the story. It's the point. A quietly devastating tale about two people who choose precision over certainty, and discover that some sparks don't ignite—they integrate.