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 young recluse cannot escape from the horrors of his childhood, which he found while walking in the rotten gateways of the metropolis. A dead village from the Russian outback will open its gates and the secrets of the black forests. The kids decide to bury their grandma in a specific way - what could go wrong? And in the end, with the rain, power will come from other worlds.