Sink

The hot summer here smells not of cocktails and the sea, but of burning resentment. The sun's rays cut deeper than memories, and the sand stuck to the skin becomes almost a symbol of what can no longer be washed away. In the song, drowning becomes a metaphor: watch yourself sink, watch the oxygen slip through your fingers. This is not cruelty for cruelty's sake, but rather a reflection of how the injustice of the world turns tenderness into a spectacle of retribution. Beautiful, painful, and quietly chilling.

Author: ena mori

Producer: Timothy Ran, ena mori

Mixing: Sam Marques

Mastering: Emil De La Rosa

Creative Producer: Dani Altavaro

LUNCHBOX presents: Daniel Raliug, Director and Editor

Andrew Aquino, Cinematographer and Colourist

Sean Abela, Project and Production Manager

Rod Gonzalez, Camera Assistant and Resolume Operator

Hanz Domingo, BTS Photographer