The death of a loved one plunges a young woman into a state of melancholy solitude. Strange events occur. Ghosts seep out of cracks like leaking water flowing down walls as the storm swells. Past, present and future meld, time is dissolved, suspended.

Images of memories, of family archives, mingle with those of characters plunged into darkness, ghosts, that we try to make out in the chiaroscuro. These are the characters from her memories. But their movements are slowed down, uncertain. Water keeps dripping from them as if they were overflowing. One of them is hanging out his washing while others gather around a dining table, evoking a vanitas by Caravaggio or Clara Peers. A couple, seemingly frozen in an embrace, are dancing, spinning slowly. Objects float all around them, as if time has stood still.