Gray Edge

Gray Edge at SFlix. Where is this train going? Passengers are lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clatter of the wheels, familiar poetic lines about the native land, and folk songs. Is it possible to change the direction, to hop on another train, to rewind the tape? Quavering reflections dance in a strange roundelay: the grain, a girl, a stork, a bone, the truth, and the resentment... Welcome to the Gray Edge.