There is a single story that moves within three overlapping circles: the story of the young man “Boucheh” who hears about the rain of dead birds falling in separate areas of the region in which he saw the light, and he rushes to investigate the matter, as an atonement for an old sin. Then the circumstances of the rain of birds, which are mysterious circumstances, for which the writer devotes interesting chapters that transcend time. Finally, the story of the resurrection or the end of time, which is a narrative line intended by the writer, at the same time, raising the finger of condemnation in the face of humanity, saying about it that it has “lost the virtue of patience.” Through this plot, Victor Boucher reconstructs the pieces of his lost childhood and his confused youth in two images: a dystopia of the imminent end of the world, then a utopia that believes in the possibility of saving humanity from its sins if it believes in the right to wrong. As this novel raises the slogan, “The sky no longer accommodates everyone,” it offers the reader, through its embedded sarcasm, a proper and ideal recipe for failure, defending the human right to fail. Aren't we, in the end, cruising around the rocks of our illusions, thinking that we have realized and known everything?!