A blind dog wanders through the forest. He doesn’t see anything in the area, doesn’t feel life: he walks because he has to walk. It opens its scarlet mouth over a lonely tree: the same red drop falls from the red fangs and remains on the grass, and the dog clenches its jaws and a fire breaks out. First, the tree begins to smolder, the spark becomes brighter and brighter, and now there is a fire in front of the dog. The dog moves on. Behind him is a whole flock of the same ones, blind and scarlet, they walk through the fire, not paying any attention to it. And the world is engulfed in fire.