In the summer and autumn, Mucha walked aimlessly in the city. He couldn't remember how many times it was. Recently, it became more and more frequent. Once a month, once a week, and still every day, like a walking corpse, following the city, rising at sunrise and ending at sunset. Feeling everything in the city brought back memories of the past, remembering the past and him...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
