You're watching the birth of a world end before it begins. Two winged beings create something so potent it destroys them the moment it wakes, one consumed by fire, the other by water. Tsuji builds a mythology that feels older than mythology itself, apocalypse and creation happening in the same breath, no separation between them. This is not a story that explains itself. It moves like a fever dream where the rules are written in ash, and you're standing in the ash trying to read them.

Before the world we know, chaos reigns. Good and evil clash and blend together, and from their struggle comes the possibility of a new world. Two winged beings come together, then take flight, and their child is born from an egg. The moment the newborn opens its eyes, both parents are destroyed: fire claims one, water the other. This fantasy film tells its story without explaining its world through words, relying instead on simple gestures and basic feelings. Its mythic, elemental landscape is menacing and full of signs of apocalypse, yet it still holds moments of tenderness and compassion. Viewers drawn to mythological imagery and psychological storytelling may find its approach striking.