Segunda-Feira

A quiet, claustrophobic chamber piece that drifts through one woman's solitude, asking patience as it studies confinement and inner unease.

A quiet, uneasy short that sits with a woman's private desperation and leaves a lingering chill.

A quiet, enclosed short that unfolds slowly in a basement, asking patience as it builds toward a small, private revelation.

A hushed, disorienting chamber piece where voices and machines blur, leaving you stranded in someone's stalled, airless waiting.

A quiet, fragile half-hour that drifts between two lost people, leaving a lingering ache of loneliness.

A quiet, patient watch that sits with one woman's solitude and unmet hope, rewarding those who can bear its stillness.

A quiet, observational slice of solitude, drifting through a woman's daily rituals with patience and a lingering sense of emptiness.

A taut, claustrophobic short that turns a single phone call into a nerve-stretching test of nerve and conscience.

A quiet, uncomfortable study of loneliness that lingers in empty rooms and builds a slow, uneasy tension.

A quiet, sorrowful short that sits with its character's sadness, asking patience rather than offering easy comfort.

A quiet, patient short that settles into stillness before an intrusion quietly upends everything.

A quiet, uneasy ten minutes spent inside one man's restless head, more mood than story.