A sealed wooden crate. An unmarked destination. An airfield that isn’t on any map. This mission is no ordinary flight. Between dark clouds and oppressive silence, something that should remain forgotten awaits in Glen Sianach – and the line between past and present begins to blur.

A frozen cargo. A routine flight over the North Sea. But what was recovered from the ice does not stay silent. Amid radio interference, engine failures, and voices in the ether, it becomes clear: some memories outlast the cold—and they know they are being carried.