Out of the darkness, a massive explosion erupts. Dark particles and shrapnel splatter in all directions like black rain. In the midst of this detonation, almost unnoticed in the chaos of the fire, two small, lighter fragments can be seen. They look like two widely torn-apart souls or pieces of debris being flung through the air.In the foreground stands a shadowy, lonely figure. Their arms are thrown up helplessly, unable to stop the approaching disaster. Their body has already merged with the blue and green patterns of the landscape, as if, at the moment of the attack, they are becoming one with the Ukrainian soil they are so desperately trying to protect.