An abstract narrative, exploring the landscape/architecture of the body as a container of memories. Layers of stories, dreams and memory fragments are interconnected like muscle fibers. The film uses bleached and distressed film stock, cut-paper puppets, stop-motion sets, hand-drawn animation and various hybrid techniques. The narrative is meant to be a kind of excavation of memory. Through a re-imagining of family stories and life events, the film connects my own profound experience of witnessing public cremations in India to my great-grandmother's miraculous survival of a mass killing by Hungarian Nazis along the banks of the Danube in 1944.