The other side

A dystopian story that explores how quickly the world can change. Overnight, the familiar becomes forbidden, and the unthinkable becomes the new reality. As poisonous weeds overtake the city, the boundary between the living and the dead quietly dissolves. This story reflects on uncertainty, transformation, and the fragile balance we often take for granted — told through haunting visuals and a surreal atmosphere.

THE OTHER SIDE
The city carried on with its usual life. The streets were full
of people, shop windows gleamed, and the air smelled of fresh
bread. Everything seemed normal. Except for the weeds.

They were everywhere.

They sprouted in the squares, wrapped around monuments, crept
up the walls of buildings. There were too many of them. Far too
many. But no one seemed to notice.

The city officials came up with an elegant solution: they painted
them to look like birch trees. Now, everything appeared neat
and orderly.
"How beautiful!" exclaimed the passersby.
"Just a new urban greening initiative," nodded the officials.

The townspeople lived merrily, carefreely, as if for the last time.
They danced in the squares, held carnivals, sang until dawn.
And then, they started disappearing. First one. Then another.
But no one asked where they had gone.
Their faces slowly turned pale, their bodies stiffened, and soon,
where a man had stood yesterday, a new statue appeared.

"That's just how things are," murmured those who could still speak.
"Life goes on," thought those who could still live.
"It used to be worse," muttered those who pretended to remember
how things had been before.

And the weeds kept growing, spreading their poisonous spores.
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