At the edge of the peaceful, deep blue sea, Demir is fishing and between sleep and wakefulness, he is awakened by the ringing of a bell. With his clothes and camp chair worn out, Demir opens his eyes and realizes that he is holding a plastic bottle on the edge of a filthy sea, and that the hallucination he is hallucinating from hunger and lack of sleep belongs to the past. Aware that he will never fish from here again, Demir shuffles his feet in exhaustion, accepting his forced migration. Demir, the last to accept that the region where he lived, fed, loved, fed, fed, fed, sheltered has disappeared over time, puts down his fishing rod and walks away from the burnt forest, miserable, exhausted, towards the unknown.
