Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
A bleak landscape swathed in watery sunlight, light that recedes in submission to darkness, where a disheveled little creature stumbles, disturbed, lost, vulnerable. It staggers through the forest, chased by menaces of the woodland, the haunting call of the owl, shifting phantasms enveloped in fog. A huge tree stretches upwards, curling down with its tangled branches and the creature staggers onward in his terror, finally letting the river carry it to where it may go. It is a haunting, endearing tale, teetering on the peripheries of nightmare, dream and reality, speaking of the cold oppression of the unknown and the uncertainty propelling many of the paths we may stumble onto in life.