Every night, a lively conversation is conducted on top of meaningless reality and under its cover. If you listen, like Howard Phillips Lovecraft in the past, to these sounds reminiscent of the chirping of cicadas, the hum of flies and the cries of birds, you can hear how the demons are whispering a new story that is taking place on our planet, rotating around its creaking axis. The guard learns that he is guarding a stone iceberg. A Russian investigator collects flowers of flesh and blood in the catacombs of human anthills. A family doctor tries to save his clients in a city affected by an epidemic. And in the end, a quiet small town, as often happens, will become the epicenter of ominous events.