A boy watches a vendor sell baby chicks that will die in days, and suddenly understands he's watching someone sell death itself. The film doesn't flinch from what that means, or what it costs to see clearly. Most people miss this one entirely, which is exactly why it stays with you after it ends.
A chance encounter on an ordinary street changes everything for a solitary boy. He discovers a weathered vendor hawking fragile chicks from a cramped stall, creatures destined to perish within days. What others see as a simple transaction, he recognizes as something far darker: the deliberate sale of mortality itself. The boy becomes obsessed with this figure, unable to reconcile how someone can profit from such inevitable loss. Each interaction pulls him deeper into a psychological spiral where the line between commerce and cruelty blurs beyond recognition. The vendor remains eerily calm, unbothered by the boy's growing distress, suggesting he understands something the world refuses to acknowledge. This film moves through a claustrophobic mental landscape where a single philosophical question metastasizes into an existential crisis. The sparse setting and minimal dialogue create an unsettling intimacy between observer and observed. Viewers drawn to intimate character studies that question morality, mortality, and what it means to witness harm will find themselves haunted long after the credits roll.