Tomorrow, a man will direct his first feature film, but, that night, something happens.

No synopsis available yet.

A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.

The catastrophic chaos of final-year film students desperately trying to finish their thesis project, only for the editor to lose the entire freaking file.