This 16mm analog journey was destroyed both by my forgetfulness and household chemicals. It was a cold winter day, and I had convinced my mom that I wanted to film her and her horse in a snowy landscape. The wind was freezing, and we all shivered, but I was excited to develop the material I had shot. I went to the lab and did the processing, but after opening the tank, I saw no image – just a dark film strip. I made a mistake while shooting and lost the whole thing. So I went on to destroy it even more. Frame by frame, a new world with melted landscapes and strange figures revealed itself to me – the film and its colorful layers came alive.