Fillide

For a mysterious reason every individual on earth is motionless. Of wax. They are all alive, they
breathe, they communicate with their eyes, but they are still. They watch the days go by with the
seasons. And the years.
They always remain the same, existing without living.
Fillide is a young writer. In her city, she is the only one who can move. She lives with her
grandmother. She is made of wax too, like the rest of the people around Fillide. She marks her
days by imposing herself on a normality that appears to be as a vague memory. She holds on to
the fact that she can be listened to by those she loves; reading the looks is where she finds the
meaning of her existence.
In a day like any other
, something extraordinary happens. She goes in and pokes around a house left
open, Fillide meets a boy. It's Leonardo. He is a writer too. He can move his fingers. All is not
"lost". The two start talking with the help of an old typewriter. They find themselves.
Not to break up.