Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head

Somewhere between fairy tale and apocalypse, a strange dream about a world that did not realize it had fallen prey to its own greed was stuck. A small town at the foot of a mountain lived in blissful ignorance until those who knew how to hide behind glasses and lies arrived. They dug deeper - into the earth, into souls, into the very essence of peace - and soon the cold wind from underground began to smell of trouble.

And then it all ended: not with an explosion, not with screams - just a dull echo of fire that swallowed both the mountain and their innocent dreams. It was as if the world took a deep breath and exhaled ashes. And now the only question that remains, one that always comes too late, is: where were you when it all collapsed?