A cave becomes a tomb becomes a meditation on what we lose in war. The filmmakers paint directly onto the celluloid, layering trees and color over documentary radio static, so watching it feels like uncovering something buried. What emerges is not a story but a feeling, the weight of shelter itself, the strange beauty of survival, the silence after the sirens stop.

A cave stands in for an air-raid shelter in this psychological film. Pictures of the nearby trees are painted straight onto the film itself, their vivid colors filling the frame. Over them play the sounds of radio chatter from a time of war and falling bombs. The result blends documentary material with hand-made animation into a single, harmonious composition.