Curved women, with powerful hands, deeply closed eyes, seek the light of the endless path of darkness. It is as if there are goddesses who have ended the battle with darkness.
They have spread their wings to fly, but this depression is gripping these women and there is no escape, although it is no longer safe to stay and fight, but hope flickers in their closed eyes, they know they will not be eliminated.
These women are trying to recreate history, no, maybe they are re-imagining history in their own language. Without intermediaries.