It is the European Middle Ages. Anna’s mother is out in the street and, for no apparent reason, has started to dance. Anna feels deeply humiliated by her mother’s unexplainable behaviour. To make matters worse, her mother keeps dancing without stopping for several days, and eventually other people start joining her without giving any explanation.
Mortified by embarrassment, Anna and other teenagers in the village try everything to distance themselves from the adult dancers; but the grown-ups seem determined to make fools of themselves, and to carry everything along with them: landscape, plants, animals, and social roles seem to turn ridiculous as well.
Eventually the dancers, one by one, begin to die, in a kind of joyous, comfortable, self-affirming collective suicide. Only Anna remains. There is no one left to be embarrassed in front of. No one to be embarrassed for.