Num tempo crepuscular, humanos dividem um mundo árido com híbridos conhecidos como os Others. Um pequeno diner fica isolado na vastidão varrida pelo vento, longe da cidade, onde duas pessoas preparam marmitas para entrega e cuidam de tarefas diárias intermináveis. A rotina deles se quebra ao encontrarem uma grande mala à beira da estrada, com uma garota de cabelo rosa imóvel sobre ela.
Essa narrativa indie casual se desenrola sob sol inclemente e ventos arenosos, enquanto o duo enfrenta os vazios em suas vidas secas. Eles se fazem companhia na monotonia, preenchendo lacunas vazias juntos. Fãs de histórias calmas e centradas em personagens, ambientadas em cenários esparsos, vão se conectar ao seu ritmo pé no chão.
Let us live
on this land so arid.
KARAKARA. It is the sound of aridity. It is the sound of dry asphalt and sandy winds. It is the sound of relentless sunshine, as well as the sound of a withering race.
The "Age of Dusk." It is a time of senescence for the human species, during which hybrids known as the "Others"—those who are human, yet not—exist in great numbers. On the windswept barrens of a land without moisture, a small gathering of people make their living in a world they no longer know. Down a stretch of highway and far from the heart of the town are two such people who run a small diner. To them, the circumstances that reshaped their world is of far less concern than the number of lunch boxes they can load into their delivery vehicle. After all, leaving customers hungry is not good for business, and business keeps them fed. Day after day, they occupy themselves with the endless work of their store. However, the comfortable monotony of their daily lives is turned on its head when they discover a large suitcase by the roadside on their way home from deliveries. Lying on the suitcase, unmoving, is a young girl with pink hair...
Though parched, they keep each other company,
and while hollow, they fill each other's voids.
So shall they live
on this land so arid.
