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RAW. A visual-sonic ritual. A manifesto of vulnerability. Raw material whose hidden interior is looking for a way to be spoken.The film is an inquiry into bodily memory and the impossibility of resonance. Breathe in — as if lifting layers of earth. If your throat is clenched — let the body talk. Breathe out — let a feeling take on flesh. You are here. You sound. You breathe.