On a barren ground of scattered stones, the performer’s body stretches, bends, and presses against the rock strata. The camera lingers on gestures that leave no mark, only fleeting warmth against the cold surface. These visual moments remind us how fragile traces can be when set against geological time.

The work reflects on memory as something that does not belong only to the past but also to the present encounter between body and earth. Through repeated movements that resemble a ritual, the performer opens a silent dialogue with the landscape. Each action becomes an interrogation of what remains and what disappears.

By asking whether identity is as fixed as stone or as fluid as breath, the video invites the viewer to consider how we define ourselves. The body’s contact with the earth suggests that identity, like memory, is never permanent but always shifting, layered, and rewritten.

The touch between fingertip and rock stratum awakens the primal self beneath the mask—a dialogue between the fluid self and eternal time. In the vacuum silence, we shed social identities, conversing with millennia through body heat. The phantom glimpses of warmth cast into fissures become micro-rituals traversing centuries.

The work transforms geological layers into vessels of memory, questioning: Is identity solidified like stone? These vanishing warm impressions are the most sincere interrogation of all lives hidden behind masks—Is identity truly as fixed as rock?