Submerged in an element that denies its very essence, the brute force of the tiger lies imprisoned within the arena of a monumental tank. Bound to the ground by chains made of screens, media flows, and devices that imprison the gaze, the beast breathes in habituation and the absence of air, deprived of its natural habitat. To guard this imprisonment, two rats in black uniforms shoulder their rifles, armed custodians of an imposed order. Yet, within the suffocated silence of the water, the roar of the tiger tears through the torpor. Despite the barriers and chains, despair turns into a threat, making the guardians waver. A jolt that breaks the quiet of the cage and opens a glimmer: the possibility that the torpor may shatter and the weight of that control yield under the impulse of awakening.