At first glance, it’s a peaceful alpine moment: horses grazing in a sunlit meadow beneath a towering peak. But look again. The horses' ears have eyes, the flowers are screaming, and the mountain itself seems to be alive. Meadow Munchers rewards the observant with a slow-dawning surrealism, where nature’s harmony slips into something sentient, suspicious, and ever-so-slightly possessed. It’s part pastoral, part paranoia — and something is definitely watching.