Raw milk

The Quebec farm is neither verdant nor peaceful; it is haunted. By missing people, stories of fear, family secrets, and dead chicks in their shells.
Among these shadows, a boy walks along the edge of fields and woods, finally crossing that thin line, joining floaters, tinnitus, and nightmares. But even in hospital, he continues to pace the ranks, searching for what, between the servitude of humans and animals, is perhaps not lost.
Injecting a good dose of gothic into the Quebec terroir, Lait cru is drunk in one go.