The light is sunset pink.
We are at a desolate ruin somewhere far away in the Portuguese countryside. The crumbling bricks and grey dust of a broken doorway form the framework for Vika, a captured fawn shiny and bronzed like honey, her delicate flesh vibrant and alive against a backdrop slipping into obscurity.
More than just a film, Vika brings us a glimpse of the eternal.
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