The snowstorm continues to fade. The moon emerges, its light falling onto the wine jar Aynur holds. Falling on…
The snowstorm continues to fade. The moon emerges, its light falling onto the wine jar Aynur holds.
Falling onto the highest level, where white, spirit-like winemakers suddenly appear, each raising a jar.
Crowd: (In staggered unison) Hometown hills sway, sleep now, forget the past.