We knew how beautiful they were, these islands

A dark and enigmatic ritual in which a solitary figure moves through a desert burial ground. The objects left behind speak their own silent language. We are confronted with a dark and mysterious, possibly cursed universe where every object seems haunted by a meaning we barely sense, but which seems to confirm our anxieties. The head of an old doll, a comb, a lipstick. Relics whose language speaks of the end of their former owners. At sea, in the desert.