Ukraine | 01:22 | 2025

A dark summer evening, an hour before curfew. The air is heavy, ripe, like a black cherry about to burst from the heat and silence. The Rooster and the Dog walk through the forest — not because they have somewhere to go, but because they can’t do otherwise. The grass is taller than hope, and the branches creak like the old floorboards of a house long since burned down.