The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control. Perhaps it’s nature’s quiet protest, the tipping of the scales in our favour. It’s an easy revenge, watching the deformed creatures fold themselves under tarpaulins and old cloth rags, rattling under corrugated iron shelters and cowering against the steady downpour that floods all of the south village.

On a frigid New Year’s Eve, Donna disappears, leaving behind only a faint trail of footprints in the snow that mysteriously ends beneath the old sycamore tree. The heart of her neighborhood and the glue of her family, her absence sends shockwaves through her husband, David, and neighbor, James. As fear and unanswered questions mount, the search for Donna grows desperate. With every passing day, the silence grows louder, and the freezing winter air becomes heavy with longing, guilt, and unspoken truths. As the snow blankets the town in stillness, those left behind are forced to confront not only the mystery of her disappearance but their own fears of what might never be found.

Mama is gone.

Aurora moves to a new city to work for a magazine. She likes the life she is building but soon realizes that her and her son might not be as safe as she had believed.

The drums of war echo throughout the land. Unlikely allies unite once more for the sake of their own interpretations of God. Another Santificación has been called.