Somewhere between reality and the dreams of a sandal-obsessed surrealist, this video unfolds.
It all begins innocently enough: the sea glimmers, the waves caress the shore like a drunk poet in love.
And then — a car door swings open.
Not just any car — no, a vehicle that’s clearly seen things… wild things.
From it steps her — tall, poised, walking like a queen of absurd elegance.
But wait. She’s wearing yellow heels.
Not just yellow. Not just heels.
Yellow heels with teeth. And eyes.
Yes, the shoes are alive. Or at least… aware.
She starts her journey across the sand.
The heels sink into it like prehistoric beasts stuck in caramel.
Each step is a battle — between style and physics.
But she walks on. Like nothing matters.
“If my shoes have teeth, they’ll bite their way through,” — you can almost hear her think.
The sand gets wetter. Firmer. The battlefield evens out.
She walks now with confidence, almost dancing.
She splashes on the edge of the sea.
And somewhere on a bench nearby, two men stare, visibly confused, like they’re witnessing a documentary about an alien queen testing Earth’s surface.
She strolls past them.
Two more men spot her. Their faces say:
“Is this a dream? Or just Tuesday at Remtalina Beach?”
Suddenly — transformation.
Off come the shoes. On come the socks.
She dances. On. The. Sand. In. Socks.
Kicking sand, wiggling her toes, painting abstract patterns with foot flourishes.
Joy radiates. Socks become a statement.
She sits on a bench.
Leaves her sentient heels beside her like retired dinosaurs.
And plays with the sand using her socked feet like a kid discovering dirt for the first time.
And then…
Just when you think it’s over… it gets holier.
Final shot: two nuns. Sitting on the beach. With their backs to the camera.
Silent. Motionless.
Are they watching her? The sea? God?
No one knows.
But somehow — it feels right.
Remtalina right.
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