Loneliness is perhaps the most painful part of the galaxy, whether you’re a human or part of a more considerable unity, the moon is tired of its loneliness and the keepsake for divine treasures that had been loaned and abandoned in the world shaped by the photographer’s mind. The moon comes to the earth, between identity and imagination, not only to destroy its loneliness but also to hide its treasures somewhere through the apocalypse! Questions are being formed… will the moon stay or return to its galaxy when it sees the people living here? Which is worthier, loneliness or seeing humans in such misery? Why is everything only beautiful from far away? When will the apocalypse happen at last? ...