Fluxx

Jonathan wakes in a hotel room with no memory of how he got there. On the desk: a safe-deposit key and a note with a single word—«Trust». His phone erupts with messages from strangers, each claiming to know his past. As he pieces together fragments of memory, a woman in a red coat begins tracing his steps. She doesn’t follow so much as guide him along a pre‑laid route, leaving clues in the form of shifting graffiti on city walls. With every hour, Jonathan’s reality grows more fluid—faces in photographs change, familiar streets lead to dead ends, and his own reflection sometimes moves without him. The film examines the fragility of identity in a world where truth can be rewritten and trust is the most dangerous weapon.