In the heart of a remote village rises a forgotten cultural house. Once, in the distant past, when the country was still part of the Soviet Union, this structure was erected as a beacon of entertainment and relaxation for its residents. Colorful rooms with walls and ceilings covered in murals stretch out in their weathered splendor. The culture house has seen better days; today it has fallen into severe disrepair. Toppled walls and part of the ceiling have collapsed under the weight of time.
The stage, once the stage for performances of plays and performances, has now taken on a new purpose. It serves as a shelter for storing straw bales piled up as reminders of a bygone era. The thick layer of dust that has accumulated on the wooden floor betrays that the magic of theater has not taken place here for a long time.
The once lively and vibrant atmosphere has now been replaced by an oppressive silence. The culture house seems to be waiting for a miracle that will bring it back to life.
