An old man necromances his dead dog out of grief, then gets swallowed by what it becomes. Inside the beast, he stops running from why he's lived alone this long. The movie doesn't explain what's happening, it just keeps asking him questions he spent a lifetime avoiding, and you're trapped in there with him.
An old man's grief becomes something else entirely when he resurrects his dead dog through an act of desperate love. The creature that returns is not the companion he remembers. Monstrous and hungry, it consumes him whole, and the man finds himself trapped in a space between life and death. There, surrounded by the weight of his own history, he confronts the memories that shaped him and the choices that defined his existence. Time moves strangely in this place. Reality bends. The line between what was real and what he imagined blurs into something neither quite past nor present. What begins as a story about loss becomes an intimate reckoning with mortality, regret, and what it means to hold onto someone you cannot keep. The film moves with a dreamlike intensity, building toward a truth about love that cannot be undone or reversed. This is an experimental work that asks difficult questions about grief and refuses easy answers.