Night. Clinic. Neurosurgery. The moon looks into the chambers in which lie those whose illness has divided their lives into before and after. What comes after seems to be no longer life. But you have to live. Each of them has their own path, after that fatal point, their own tragedies, their own problems. And those in the wards, and the doctor on duty, and the nurse. And nothing unites them anymore, except for a large corridor, which, after decades, is no longer surprised by anything...