Fallen Angels exists in the margins — of cities, of relationships, of people who live at night because daylight asks for answers they don’t have. The film drifts rather than moves forward, tracing lives that overlap briefly and intensely before slipping apart again. Nothing feels permanent, and that impermanence is the point. These characters aren’t chasing fulfillment; they’re avoiding stillness. Loneliness shows up as routine, as motion, as obsession. Connections form without names, intimacy w