Bird poo falls in love with a hill, the hill vanishes into the clouds, and you're watching an experimental graduation film about longing that somehow makes you feel it anyway. A triangular telescope drops from nowhere, not to solve the mystery, but to let one small thing see what it's lost. This is the kind of movie that either rewires how you think about animated storytelling or leaves you completely cold, and there's no middle ground.
A piece of bird droppings discovers an impossible love: the hill upon which it rests. This connection feels genuine, real, until the hill vanishes skyward, claimed by forces beyond understanding. Left behind and alone, the poo confronts an unexpected gift: a triangular telescope that crashes from above, offering a window into the hill's new existence among the clouds. What begins as a story of loss transforms into something stranger. Through the telescope, the poo witnesses the world from the hill's perspective, seeing what the separated landscape sees. Questions emerge about the nature of connection, whether distance can sever what once felt unbreakable, and what it means to love something you can never touch again. Surreal and melancholic, this experimental film exists in the space between fairy tale and fever dream. Its deliberately absurd premise masks genuine emotional weight. Those drawn to unconventional narratives that refuse simple interpretation will find something quietly haunting here, a meditation on longing wrapped in the most unusual love story imaginable.