Time dragged on the Cold War until it seemed as if it would last forever, and then when the people of the earth became convinced that they were capable of it, weapons appeared to announce the birth of a new era. Dark nights multiplied, and injustice gave birth to black offspring with a long robe that extended to cover the edges of the world. As the daughters of time dissolved into each other, the breezes of light began to illuminate the margins that had been neglected by the hand of murder, so that life began to return, little by little. However, it seems that the third war was not enough for a handful of survivors to learn the lesson well. The pandemonium was restored, and the land, which had become empty except for dozens, was no longer sufficient to satisfy the ambitions of the men. The diagrams started on a white page and quickly turned black. This is a story told in the past tense that humanity will soon receive. A few survivors of the nuclear war are granted a long life, and their lives are extended to populate the Earth, but humans are humans, as the struggle over chairs soon returned exactly as it was before the countries met in a war that almost made humans news. Nour and her husband Rashid come out of hiding to find that their once prosperous city has become desolate and there is no trace of anything but death on the sidewalks. The husband searches for survivors, only to have hope shattered on a wall of corpses lying on the sides of the road in disarray. The pair's patrols continue until they realize that a new world, unknown to humanity, is taking shape. After a few days, they realized that they had no choice but to flee a life closer to the world of the jungle, so they began the journey to seek the scent of humanity outside the city limits.