A Árvore plot
A man walks through narrow streets with a dog on a leash. He stops to pick up glass bottles from the doorways, before heading to the dark river to fill them with water. It's already dawn. The night was quiet, save for the sound of the bottles clattering together and the noise of the guns in the distance, which must be why the man didn't meet anyone, why everything is as quiet as a painting. The dog wanders into the gray of the morning and a boy appears with his mother. The perspective changes, the night returns and the figures gather at that single, lonely tree.