Perrolla's profile says: always traveling. She just doesn't tell you she takes you along. There were almost no words spoken, and yet nothing was left unsaid. There was a captivating gaze, a silence that weighed on you in a good way, and a surrender so complete that, at some point, the screen ceased to exist. I wasn't watching. I was there. A pearl isn't found on the surface. You have to go down, hold your breath, go deep. With her it was like that: each minute deeper, and no fear of not returning. Three times she went far. She never left me behind. And what remained most wasn't the intensity, it was the truth: nothing there was rehearsed. It was her, happening. They say a pearl is born from within, layer by layer, and that a true one is recognized by the warmth it gains on the skin. I didn't need another test.