The space of Antanas's prison cell is not especially large, but because the walls are painted pure white, it creates an illusion of infinity.
The light is deflected from above onto three figures in a subtly complex dance of shadows and illumination.
The Great Love Poet appears relatively relaxed.
There's no speech, but it's as if an unspoken message is being conveyed.
Hyperion is utterly perplexed at this point.
Lanci looks at her with a sense of satisfaction, as though asking her: I've fulfilled your request, Antanas is now open to discussion.
"Rest assured, I'll talk things out with you properly next."
Antanas nodded slightly, understanding the Great Love Poet's intent and added.
"This..."
Hyperion needs a favour from Antanas, but it appears that Antanas needs Lanci, who in turn, listens to Hyperion.
Unknowingly, another hurdle has been bypassed.
"Miss Antanas, if you would come with us and assist us, please state your demands," Hyperion quickly said.