Under the weight of war, I was forced to leave my home behind—a place I love, a place I belong. The deserted station mirrors my own thoughts and feelings. I am heading into the unknown, without the slightest clue of what lies ahead, embarking on this journey in utter solitude. Terrifying questions echo in my mind, but one haunts me above all: “When will I return home, and will I ever return at all?” The greatest illusion of my life was believing that good always triumphs over evil. Yet that illusion vanished like morning mist beneath the dawn sun, and the harsh realities of this world struck me with full force. Goodness is nothing more than a fairy tale; power is what truly wins. And if you are weak, all you can do is submit and run for your life just to survive. I ran... 2209х2560px 300DPI