What could be better than wild forests, fresh air and other benefits of pristine nature? But to enjoy it, you need to make a sacrifice to the original owners of the land. They say that angels appear in the big white house on the hill. A creature wrapped in a moth-eaten checkered blanket, a creature made of bones and dressed in a tattered nightgown - are they angels? Memories of the past are erased, and soon only one thought remains in my head - “I need milk.” And only the Mother can give the feeling of cool moisture on the lips. A disgusting forest, painted with human shit - a fecal arboretum on sea-green walls. And this is only a small part of what the exemplary home of a young professional from West London has become. To the glory of the Goddess, behold the mud temple dedicated to Her!