Siksa is an artistic flightless man from a burnt forest. Your old friend, art. It’s nothing more than an ordinary variety of animals and nothing less than a trembling variety of humans. Tormented by an eternal ball of anxiety, she wipes a tear smoked by couch air and sets off over and over again on WONDERFUL and USEFUL journeys. Her instincts guide her through the streets, and her bumpy tongues have made her taste a real taste. And you still do not believe your own coal eyes … Then! Siksa is already full of smoke! Siksa falls asleep for a while, and putting Siksa to sleep – we all know – is quite a feat. She slept for 7 years and not a single night. So don’t say goodbye to her – she’ll be still useful for you.