You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

- Khalil Gibran, On Children

Something indefinite seems to be gnawing on the pragmatic architect, mother and wife Sibylle Froebisch. Not even on her family vacation in Italy does she manage to relax and get a good night‘s rest.

During a morning walk on the cliffs of Lake Garda she witnesses the suicide of a woman her age. Distressed by this event, Sibylle‘s perception of her own life changes and sets a process in motion, which threatens to destroy everything she has defined herself by so far...