A young woman, struggling with past trauma and isolation, “no/clips” out of our dimension and into a new one filled with liminal spaces, loneliness, and malevolent creatures seeking to block her escape and keep her in this reality permanently.

SYNOPSIS:

Tarin Walsh is alone. In her twenty-four years of existence, she has always been alone. No mother. No father after six years of torture. No friends. Nobody. Except for the year and a half when she had Lena in her life. But that’s been over for a while. Now, her 900 square foot apartment in Brooklyn feels like a vast empty space where she rots every night. Alone.

Until today.

Today, at noon, Tarin crossed East 48th Street, trying to meet her Uber. But she tripped on the lip of a manhole cover. Tarin didn’t hit the wet concrete of New York City. Instead….

Tarin fell onto wet carpet. She looked up and was surrounded by moldy office walls and buzzing fluorescent lights. And nothing else. Seemingly miles and miles of blank space. No people, no furniture, no windows. And no exit.

Only the faint, almost indistinguishable laugh coming from somewhere in the distance.

In this dystopian, lonely void, Tarin must navigate the liminal levels , avoiding unseen pursuers with malevolent intent while confronting her past mistakes to find the hidden exit to the next level and possibly….

The way home.

NO/CLIP