Shih Fang-ting

Wen-chih’s job is getting the sex dolls ready for the customers. One day, she meets a strange customer, who always puts a red dress on the doll after finishing the business.

In war-torn Myanmar, 2025, a bread factory trapped on the front line faces a power outage and an indifferent boss. As explosions draw near, the supervisor calls a vote: stay or flee. Some hold their ground, while others quietly depart—hope, fragile yet enduring, traced delicately in icing and flour.

Wen-chih’s job is getting the sex dolls ready for the customers. One day, she meets a strange customer, who always puts a red dress on the doll after finishing the business.

Wen-chih’s job is getting the sex dolls ready for the customers. One day, she meets a strange customer, who always puts a red dress on the doll after finishing the business.

In war-torn Myanmar, 2025, a bread factory trapped on the front line faces a power outage and an indifferent boss. As explosions draw near, the supervisor calls a vote: stay or flee. Some hold their ground, while others quietly depart—hope, fragile yet enduring, traced delicately in icing and flour.

In war-torn Myanmar, 2025, a bread factory trapped on the front line faces a power outage and an indifferent boss. As explosions draw near, the supervisor calls a vote: stay or flee. Some hold their ground, while others quietly depart—hope, fragile yet enduring, traced delicately in icing and flour.

In war-torn Myanmar, 2025, a bread factory trapped on the front line faces a power outage and an indifferent boss. As explosions draw near, the supervisor calls a vote: stay or flee. Some hold their ground, while others quietly depart—hope, fragile yet enduring, traced delicately in icing and flour.