
On the streets of a damp metropolis lie the corpses of hundreds and hundreds of boys and girls. No one can give them a resting place because of a law enacted by a repressive State. But the young Antigone, with the help of a foreigner, Tiresias, violates this rule in the name of pietas, undermining the established order.
A chilling, allegorical descent into a society choked by authoritarianism. It feels like a suffocating, rain-slicked urban nightmare where hope is a forbidden act. The weight of the state presses down, making every breath a struggle.











