Feng Zhengjie is suffering from a lack of inspiration that keeps him from both painting and falling asleep at night. One night, wide awake as always, he sees a woman slide by in front of him. She is faint, indistinct, and both nearby and unreachable all at once. She hovers around him, and appears wherever he goes; the bar, on the street, a coffee shop. He is no longer certain whether the woman is ...