The abyssal river flows in a continuous stream of aquatic flora, fish, and waters tinged with blood red. We immerse ourselves in seaweed roots and magnetic antennas that guide us with their majestic continental ancestry toward the shaman's songs, evoking a possible destiny after the catastrophe. Chaos and Eros. The two shores to observe the movement of the waters and listen to the memory that inhabits the collective body, the force that moves the channel, the deep waters... Where are we going, where will we go in exile, where escape becomes impossible, petrified in this posthuman labyrinth?