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Literary worker Dali was secretly sent to a temporary shelter in a closed sewer. Here there is sufficient food and clothing, but only time and sunshine have been lost; here, all kinds of people have "moved in": the ruffian "fly", the stupid "tall fat", the body worker Ms. Riharu who slowly turned from shriveled to plump, the housekeeper who took care of everything in an orderly manner, two magicians who kept competing... The difference between these people and Dali, who was looking for an exit and thinking about a breakthrough, was that they were all content with the status quo of losing time and unwilling to leave. What kind of fear is it that makes them prefer to be raised and imprisoned in this underground illusory shelter rather than move toward a free life under the sun? This is an unsettling novel, with its strange and confusing absurd writing style, which points directly to the collapse of love and vitality of modern people.