Raymundo Zambrano

On a remote estate in coastal Ecuador, an aging patriarch rules over a sprawling Montubio clan bound by blood, violence, and superstition. When his ruthless grandsons turn their attention to their cousins, a brutal crime threatens to shatter the family’s lawless world.

In a remote tropical village where superstition, ritual, and desire intertwine, ancient forces awaken beneath the surface of everyday life. As tensions grow between faith and ancestral magic, passion, jealousy, and violence begin to spiral through the community. In this feverish landscape of fire, moonlight, and serpents, destiny moves in cycles that no one can escape.

In an unknown first world airport the arrival of an ecuadorian flight is heard. The 'members of the European Union' passby migration, while the 'others', in the other line, wait. In the middle of the claims, a group of ecuadorians is arrested. They are taken to the Room, where they wait to be deported. Seems like everyone hides something, like PROMETEO the young magician with his hands tied like a delinquent who has a 'magical' trunk as luggage. Time passes, a way of being, Ecuador happens in this waiting room. Seems like there is no possible exit. Meanwhile, a different but well-known way of life takes place. The only thing left as a promising way out is illusion.