Loneliness is perhaps the most painful part of the galaxy, whether you’re a human or part of a bigger unity, the moon is tired of its own loneliness and the keepsake for divine treasures that had been loaned and abandoned in the world shaped in the photographer’s mind. The moon comes to the earth, in between the identity and imagination, not only to destroy its own loneliness but also to hide its treasures somewhere through the apocalypse! Questions are being formed… will the moon stay or leave back to its own galaxy when it sees the people living here? Which in worthier, loneliness, or seeing humans in such misery? Why is everything only beautiful from far away? When will the apocalypse happen at last? And these are all challenges before you, for you to reconsider your mind’s individuality in life