She is alone. The land of the living is far away, while the world of the dead smells like chamomile.
Deep into the heart of a harsh and merciless winter, an old woman mourns over a dead man's body in her poor and weather-battered homestead which is nestled in the middle of a pathless and skeletal forest. Under those circumstances, the weary, yet determined woman sets off to bury the man, however, nature can be pitiless to both man and beast. Will she succeed?—Nick Riganas