SYNOPSIS:

In a desolate and fractured future, humanity drifts between endless drought and burning sun. Across the desert, monumental vessels, part ark, part war machine, transport the final reserves of water, guarded by a tyrannical elite who wield the sun itself as a weapon. Onboard one such ship, the nameless Rebellion rises: women, men, and children fighting not only for survival, but for dignity stolen long ago. As the vessels advance across sand and shadow, light becomes both salvation and curse: a tool of control, an object of worship, and the fire of revolt. The ruling class, grotesque and theatrical in their power, would rather annihilate the water, and themselves, than lose their dominion. Through static frames, silence, and black-and-white tableaux of despair and resistance, the film paints a haunting allegory of injustice and sacrifice. Women cry in silence, children stare into the void, and the desert becomes both tomb and witness. When the final storm passes, nothing remains—except the fragile breath of life: a sprout of grass, a faint line of moss, two pale flowers trembling in the wind. A brutal, poetic odyssey where spectacle is rejected, where silence speaks louder than war, and where hope flickers only in the persistence of nature.