Plain Sentry

There was a language barrier and life was dull. I just wanted to make a stable living. Until one Friday, the workers returning from morning prayers suffered from a strange collective state of rigidity and unconsciousness. Local people went to the mosque to worship together as usual, and even those who lost their minds were taken away by their companions. When the agreed time to return to the factory came, when I climbed to the balcony on the second floor, I witnessed with my own eyes the distorted figure slowly returning along the plain road...