
In an attempt to escape the effects of a world epidemic, we settled here, high above the ground.



The new reality forces us to adapt to harsh conditions.

We built a whole settlement on the rocks, building bridges from house to house.
Even now, however, not everyone has the courage to move freely along them.
Terrible sight…
.there’s everything that’s been going on out there for a long time, hoarding up and forming a second face on the back of the head.
Many have been completely swallowed up by the person who showed up — they have abandoned their past and have acquired a new face, wringing their necks.
And I walk on the edge, risking becoming one of them.
Nevertheless, I am here every day to help our settlement live. Why would I do that?