This isn’t advertising as we know it. It’s closer to an exorcism, disguised as music. A visual ritual where digital ghosts are brought into the open. Shadows made from data. Versions of ourselves multiplying, watching, predicting. Inside a fractured mirror world, the film invites a confrontation with the selves we didn’t choose: past, future and algorithmic. Not to erase them, but to face them. To understand them. To take something back. It’s unsettling. Intimate. And strangely cleansing. A reminder that identity doesn’t have to belong to systems, and that even the most invisible forces can be made visible through culture.