One phone call is enough to shatter every certainty: he is gone, and emptiness takes his place.
To numb the wound, she surrenders to alcohol and smoke, drifting into a tunnel of solitude and hallucination.
The incandescent lights of the night offer no consolation: they amplify the pain, turning the apartment into a visceral labyrinth, where chromatic contrasts distort emotions and torment becomes the only possible reality.
Each image is a fragment of her inner journey, suspended between lucidity and vision, reality and hallucination.
"Dysphoria" is the story of a descent with no way out, an abyss of solitude and self-destruction that devours from within.