The Moon Smiled at Me Today

Iris Anderton, gifted with the ability of foresight, abuses his powers to win fights. But when he faces an opponent he cannot beat, he becomes trapped in an endless cycle of violence.

Ten includes all other numbers. It is called the number of perfection, or the sacred number.

Phoenix answers the wrong call, and reality fractures. Voices distort, shadows follow, and every connection pulls him deeper into a nightmare he can’t escape.

What are they? What do they seek? When all the lights go out, they will wander. And you will never see them.

Katie has escaped an abusive household with her dog and younger sister Haley, in exchange for a less than ideal temporary housing environment. They soon realize that someone is too eager to welcome them to the neighborhood.

A man on his way to an interview stumbles upon a surreal VOID, ANCIENT TEXTS, and ENIGMATIC FORCES.

Plaga Alada

Vigília Noturna

In a cold, indifferent office, a worker's mind begins to slip, distorting the fabric of his life. As he spirals further into chaos, the only way out is through the very thing he fears: becoming what he sees.

In the aftermath of an emotional shock, a ruthless high-class manager faces her own abyss, becomes pervaded by a sensory spirit and undertakes a purifying voyage.

A debt-settlement meeting turns into a surreal nightmare of ego, sexism, and chaos.

A small collection of red rocks from the beach cycle through the primary colours before ultimately losing both their colour and form, abstracted through digital degradation. An experimental short film exploring newfound issues in preservation in the digital age and how this ties to our own memory, fading as the years go by.

Two cold colors, although similar, can have different effects: one man whose soul has been drowned by obsession with the color blue, is now addicted, devout, dejected and weak, and the other man, whose head has been consumed by green, something that emanates disgust, completely infects his head, leaving behind only the greenish shadows of an insane man. Infection and devotion, this is the bichromatic man.

A night of tortured and solitary sleep, in which fears unfold and a bell tolls.

In the heart of the city, nestled between office towers, stands a grand building no one talks about anymore: the No No Place Hotel. Once an upscale destination for business travelers and honeymooners, the hotel was abruptly and permanently shut down after twelve minutes of surveillance footage was seen by authorities.

In Bloom is an abstract Gothic Romance short film by writer-director Christopher Rosica, blending experimental cinema with the timeless themes of love, loss, and memory. Crafted with a meticulous attention to atmosphere, the film offers a haunting exploration of the boundaries between the living and the dead. Shot in evocative black-and-white on a Fujifilm XT-30 by up-and-coming cinematographer, Xuepei Hou, In Bloom pays homage to the aesthetic traditions of visionary filmmakers such as Bergman, Tarkovsky, and Fellini, while drawing narrative inspiration from literary icons like Mary Shelley and Henry James.

Elise is running from a strange, obscured figure. The danger is at her home, her street - inside of her. She runs and runs, but doesn't seem to get away from it. Meanwhile, a mirrored figure is playing a chess game with her life.

Whilst clearing through his dead dad's apartment, David discovers an unmarked videotape. Which, upon playing, draws him to a sinister self-reflection.

We go back in time, to the very beginning of Kaala's journey; when he was just a scared young man, dealing with the burden of his gifts. However, his life soon takes an interesting turn when he meets a mysterious figure who offers to help him. This is Origins.

Mara—the spirit of the night, the weaver of darkened dreams—pressed upon my chest as sleep held me captive. My memory. In the haze of a dream, I saw those I loved, their faces bathed in an otherworldly glow. The nightmare was not the shadows nor the fear they whispered, but the cruel certainty of waking—of losing them to the morning light