António Napoleão was my paternal grandfather. I was barely three when he passed, perhaps younger, and so I hold no true memory of him. Over the years, I have woven a fabricated remembrance: images and stories of a man I never knew. This documentary stems from that absence, exploring how the imaginary fills the void left by the unremembered. It is a search that dwells between reality and fiction, between the silence of forgetting and the urge to remember.