A man enters a house. A stranger. Tall, slim, gallant. Silent. He seduces the wife, the son, the maid, the father. Then he vanishes, like a ghost. A sacred ghost. But also a mundane one. Then there's the missing, the anger, the worthlessness and the frustration. Then each character tries to replace him. One by sainthood, one by prostitution, one by art. But it is futile. He is not there.
And they roam like ghosts without souls, mere shadows under the desert winds.