In a country where faith is paramount, some people kneel down and worship devoutly, while others look on with cold eyes.
Wankar does not believe in gods, he only believes in the land under his feet and ordinary life.
Until he met the young angel who was held up on the altar in the night of the capital.
With curly hair of three colors and eyes of different colors, he is admired by thousands of people, but he is like a prisoner bird.
He is auspicious, a symbol, a sacrifice of the times, but not himself.
Purpose: Faith should not be a prison, and every life should have its own life.