Through the quiet alleys and noisy streets, the fog floats, hanging on fences and pushing through thorny thorns. Somewhere in the distance, the foam of the sea breaks on the hard rocks of high-rise buildings. And each time, as soon as he hears the gentle voices of sirens from this foam, a monster, the color of "wet asphalt", breaks off like a dog from a chain, flashing eyes and angrily purring. But leaving behind only a cloud of dust, it also disappears into a thick veil.