During the Spanish Civil War, a command takes the night to reach an advanced position, surrounded by the enemy, to protect the ford of a river. The next day, soldiers from both sides arrange a truce for fishing trouts and exchange cans and cigarettes. But foreign forces relieve the besiegers during the night and kill an unsuspecting soldier who was waving to return to fishing. While the position is strengthened, a soldier escapes to the nearby village to see his family.

Amid ruins consumed by the jungle, a young woman awakens—memoryless, with no way out. As she drifts through a fractured sense of time, she stumbles upon a helpless infant. She nurtures it. She protects it. But in the jungle, nothing is linear. When she wakes again, the infant is already a man. He calls her “mother,” yet his gaze suggests something else. Their bond grows ambiguous, disturbing. As shadows and traces of other women surface from the landscape, she realizes the being she raised has become her threat. Confronted with this presence, she must make a visceral choice: sacrifice herself or break the cycle. The jungle demands no explanations—only decisions.