An allegory for the life of an architect, set to the dreamy tone of Eastern music.Created as a gift for my brother's birthday (he is an architect by profession), and derived from two verses of his poetry:"Проснулся, за окном туман,Как будто в облаке небесном.Сбежали люди, кран, дома,Пропали все, земля исчезла.Туманом все заволокло.Исчезло все, что было в миреИ что манило и влеклоОсталось лишь в моей квартире...-Олег Корпачев(loosely translated:)"I awoke with fog behind my windowAs if a cloud of Paradise.The people fled, their dwellings and the craneAll vanished with the Earth.The fog wreathed everything aroundDevouring all the world containedAnd all that inspired and that soothedRemained encloistered in my room."-Oleg KorpatchevMusic credit goes to Shahram Nazeri, the Pavarotti of Persia.