In the suffocating silence of a suburban home, Anne’s fragile grip on reality unravels as she seeks solace in the porcelain faces of her dolls—their empty eyes reflecting her own fractured mind. Plagued by relentless insomnia and shadows that whisper in the dark, her increasingly disturbing rituals and self-inflicted wounds paint a chilling portrait of a woman teetering on the brink. When her son uncovers the horrifying secrets buried beneath her illness, the line between maternal love and monstrous obsession blurs, leading to a descent into madness that is as heartbreaking as it is terrifying.





























































