Joan Camardons

The streets of Barcelona, ​​thousands of people coinciding at the same time, eyes crossed lost in thought. Not realizing that even though it may seem unique, everyone has a story worth telling. People who live the moment that will change them forever, that will define and vindicate them. Moments in our lives where we have been, or will be, aware of a change of stage; of a before and an after. Moments when we feel like we’re dragging our backs every minute we’ve lived. Because we are all inside our chrysalis until someone breaks them and forces us to face the real world.

Biel goes partying with his lifelong friends to celebrate Saint John's Eve. It's their routine; going drinking in the street, doing silly things and driving drunk. But Biel has been hiding what is happening for months. And once you turn on the fuse there's no way to stop the firecrackers from exploding.

Death wanders aimlessly searching someone to send to the otherworld. The last human has died and only the remains of a society that now cannot be remembered stays. And the animals, that have understood how to outlast us, look at it from afar. What is death without someone that creates the legend?

Cebriana is sure she saw a fire at night on the mountain. There are no traces of embers or witnesses to corroborate her vision. Her grandmother, an old herbmistress, will try to make her see beyond the flames.