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Selva, thirteen years old, discovers that when we die we just shed our skin. We can turn into wolves, goats, shadows, or anything as long as your imagination allows it.
Producer
Selva, thirteen years old, discovers that when we die we just shed our skin. We can turn into wolves, goats, shadows, or anything as long as your imagination allows it.
Producer
The land expels and the ocean drowns, departures repeat themselves in every generation. Selva dances within voices and memories; in a game that prepares her for the inevitable separation.
