Fabiana plays alone behind a black bunny mask

Fabiana kneels close to the lens, dark curls damp against her shoulders, a glossy bunny mask hiding everything but her eyes and mouth. She works a toy at her own rhythm, leaning in and back as the angle tightens on her face and the curve of her hip.

The mask does the work a script might otherwise do, turning a familiar home setup into something stranger and more deliberate. Her voice carries more than her expression does, and that gap between what’s covered and what isn’t keeps the focus exactly where she wants it.