A trending lip gloss promises people access to their “true selves,” and Los Angeles eagerly takes the bait. As the city slips into a feverish choreography of beauty, certainty, and spectacle, one Sephora employee must figure out how to break a spell built from hunger, performance, and the fantasy of instant becoming.

A woman drifting through the California desert follows a mysterious receipt into a world where In-N-Out counters, drive-in screens, and motel ghosts begin replaying the love she never knew how to stay inside. As memory gives way to possibility, she is offered one last order: keep running, or take what was waiting for her all along.

After being returned from something not entirely human, a group of glitching survivors meets to share symptoms, memories, and theories about why they were rejected. What starts as absurd group therapy slowly unravels into a chilling realization: the experiment may not be over.

In a stilted chapel at the edge of the desert, a woman finds twenty-nine versions of the same lost love waiting in the pews for her. What unfolds is a surreal reckoning with memory, repetition, and the stories we keep revising when we cannot bear to let them die.

A woman vanishes into a strange, looping world of motel pools, static-lit skies, and identities that refuse to stay fixed. There, in a chapel where the pews face backward and the altar points toward something like truth, she begins to understand that leaving is not always the opposite of becoming.

A woman wakes after death in a white desert where sorrow blooms into flowers, old letters can be buried into beauty, and the people she left behind come to meet her one by one. What unfolds is a surreal reckoning with love, regret, and the possibility of peace after a life that hurt too much to stay inside.

A woman wakes outside 29 Palms and stumbles into Dyke Mirage, a desert fever dream of queer longing, breakup rituals, and beautifully unhinged self-reckoning. Somewhere between the tubs, the time loop lounge, and the oracle in the dune buggy screaming poetry across the flats, healing starts to feel less like closure and more like becoming.

When a state-sanctioned soulmate system activates and everyone around her is violently pulled into their assigned future, one woman is left untouched. What begins as isolation soon reveals itself as something worse: she was never meant to be matched, only watched.

She didn’t come back to be saved. She came back as something that saves. In the quiet of the woods, where grief takes root and girls are finally believed, something new begins to grow.

In a ruined medical zone haunted by falling hatchets and impossible visions, a nurse keeps saving everyone she can while something in the sky refuses to strike her. The longer she remains untouched, the clearer it becomes that the real wound was never the apocalypse, but what she has carried through it.

In the aftermath of an unthinkable rupture, a woman trapped in solitary confinement slips into a reality that feels stitched together from longing, music, and mercy. There, beyond fear and concrete, she finds the version of escape the world never meant to give her.

A sound engineer with a gift for tuning emotion into music is pulled into a charged reunion with the ex who taught her how easily connection can become manipulation. Beneath the noise of Los Angeles, their unfinished history begins to echo through the crowd.

After being upgraded into a hyper-curated Tier 1 society, a woman discovers that every trend, voice, and identity has been stolen from the people below her. Instead of playing the role she was finally given, she rewrites the system from the inside until it starts to break.