In a small, unidentifiable village in the Veneto countryside—like a hazy memory of places dull yet familiar and therefore full of affection—a young adolescent, Annetta, dreams of the future and prays with crystalline purity. The buildings behind her are full of character, each enriched by its own small details. In the distance, soft pink mountains rise, their color complementing the green hills. It is a serene, quiet scene.