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Pulse

This film is a breathing page, writing itself in light. Words appear like footsteps, then dissolve back into shadow. Bodies, petals, and horizons flash by as if recalled from a shared dream. Every frame invites you to feel before you have time to agree.

Trace

Nothing here holds still long enough to be possessed. Images fade, but the afterglow stays behind your ribs. The story travels in jumps and pauses, like a heartbeat learning a new rhythm. When the screen finally goes dark, the motion keeps going inside you.