The anonymous artist gathered fragments of dreams, blood and sand obliterating all traces of morality and eradicating ethics with the remnants of survival. The declaration claiming universal protection deserted its definition, embracing explosions and entrails wasted beside corpses. The lament wavers within a fragment of recollection imprisoned on the fictitious island - surrounded by the complacency of an alienated society. There are instances where speech becomes incongruous - ridiculing the necessity of articulation. Within the confines of the fictitious island, the fragments of dreams weave a narration that differs from reported technicalities, with the entrails imploring deft fingers to soothe their mutilation by uniting them in a testimony beyond the disfigurement of 'revolution' and the insatiable appetite for oil.