The gatekeepers of the treasury have left the gates of the bank to stand guard over the twilight. A consignment of carbon moves between undisclosed stations under their watch. Sometimes, the shortest distance between the coalmine and the bank is a gap between the lines. Between day and night, light and darkness, the accumulated traces of time hidden in the earth as carbon disappear and reappear under different guises, sometimes as wealth, at other times as poison. Only the gatekeepers know which is which.

The film features the wandering figures of a Yaksha and a Yakshi, mythic male and female guardians of treasure, and keepers of riddles in different Indic traditions. The Yaksha and Yakshi sleepwalk away from the doors of a treasury (riffing off the enormous sculptures by modern master Ram Kinkar Baij at the gates of the Treasury of the Govt. of India).

Unattended questions, ascending and descending, forgotten in the long vigil spent in the relentless shepherding of capital, lie scattered in the landscape of their nocturnal adventures. Dreams, visions, and riddles begin to gather, crowding the tail of this sleepwalking caravan. The Yaksha and the Yakshi provide a crepuscular subjectivity to a landscape, their gaze passing, leaving open the question whether the guardians of wealth are leaving the city or entering it.