Bibian is a name of an anonymous geographical area just around here. A century before today, the land just puked some black mucus, as a sign of a poor pain.
But in recent century, yelled a melting fire and today whispering its absence.
This is the story of my desperate homeland that I depicted.
Desperate and proud.
Hovering and smooth, pale and ashamed.
Seems it tries to pull over whatever leaned on itself.
A silent volcano asleep under these instruments.