Threshold centers on an unnamed woman confined to a castle rooftop in southern Portugal. Filmed in black and white with a texture that feels unearthed, the work moves fluidly between temporal registers—past bleeding into present, the real colliding with the imagined, danger shading into performance. The protagonist becomes a modern Scheherazade, wielding seduction and cunning as survival tools. The viewer inhabits the position of both witness and accomplice, drawn into complicity by the act of watching. What unfolds is a choreography of emotional volatility and calculated gesture, each movement advancing a psychological duel that seeks catharsis through exposure and release.