She laughs—a dry, cracked sound. She stands, takes the chest, and pours its contents (ash, a few tiny bones) into a pouch made of her own wimple. She refills the chest with river stones.
ELENA (whispering) : You had eyes, Gospođo Petko. You saw the desert, the sea, the faces of the poor. Why give me darkness, but place your bones in my hands? sveta petka film
She extinguishes the lamp. The screen goes black. Then, slowly, an infrared shot: Elena's heat signature moving through absolute darkness, her fingers trailing the cave wall. She is not stumbling. She is gliding. She laughs—a dry, cracked sound
