Siberia is tryst between the conscious and subconscious - The constant want to create, to have created and then living the creation. The antagonist is fear. The protagonist is a woman. But isn’t fear a liar? Siberia dwells within the realms of void, between nothingness and the lack of it, thereof. With one protagonist, one location and minimal dialogues - questions are raised. Is the answer a discovery or learning? Or both? The film, with a linear plot line - explores deeper, into the tiny recesses of the mind, our desires, our passions and our existence - as individuals, as a community and as a race. What have we done? What are we doing? Is this all an illusion? Or does it all exist? Is it inside out or outside in? Or both? Or is the rat is really a metaphor for the decay in human life, which comes from ceaselessly chasing goals and ambitions only to come to no concrete end, but to continue on in a race that no one really seems to win?