A short film; more of a half-remembered dream scape. A feeling that you just can't shake throughout the day, leaving you with a sense of foreboding for the coming of a new night. The glimpse out of the corner of your eye, the movement in the shadows. Just out of reach, like every yesterday; but as tangible and familiar as the taste of blood from a bitten tongue. An ancient incantation, a call to arms. A swooning, balletic and menacing opus to the power of memory, the ambiguous search for meaning...and the triumph of hope?