The man enters the city from its gates. He talks, but no one replies. He heads through empty streets, with walls made of bones, and empty graves. He can’t believe that it’s really his hometown, Haipo, where he was born. He wonders where everyone is, what must have happened to them. He goes to the ocean and wonders what to do. Suddenly, a boy approaches him from behind, asking him where he came from. He says he came from Mt. Mtoto.

Before getting to Haipo, the man treks through Mt. Moto. At the foot of it, he already anticipates his hometown near. The sun sets, marking the seventh day since he has traveled. Since a nearby river is dried up, he cups his hands into the sky, making milk materialize. After the mountain, he move through foothills, crunching grass underneath him, but soon, a crowd of people swarms him, chasing him and tripping him as he attempts to escape. With a knife, they threaten to cut him to his parts, as he pleads for them to spare him. A cat then snakes through the crowd around him, capturing his attention. It asks him where he came from. He says he came from Paka Forest.

Before Mt. Moto, the man is in the Paka Forest. He is lost and tries to find his way through but only ends up in circles. He feels sad. He lays down by a stream where ants crawl on him as he daydreams good thoughts. When he arises, he sees an orange cat, like the ones in Haipo, and chases it all through Paka Forest. Meanwhile, a group of guys, with guns, encroach upon him and start shooting at him. He is distracted, torn between following the cat and saving himself. He jumps onto the ground, which starts to ensnare him in soil, though it ends up hiding him from the group of guys, who run past, after which the soil lets him go. He then meets the cat again and follows it. It leads him to a youngster below a tree whose soul and body are forever separated. His soul is here, but his body is elsewhere. The cat then asks the man where is soul is, to which he says Haipo. The youngster suddenly chimes in, asking the man where he came from, as he may have seen him before. The man says he was in Uchoraji.

Before the Paka Forest, the man is in Uchoraji. Already, here, he feels weak, in the town that his grandfather used to take him to. Under his foot is the blood of strangers, and devastation is everywhere, as he goes from store to store, all broken into. He then sees an apple for it and tries to grab it, but the youngster stops him, saying it’s just a painting. The youngster confesses that he has killed many people. The man asks him where Haipo is, but the youngster keeps confessing his crimes and mentions how he left behind his soul to atone. Finally, the youngster tells him that Haipo is on the other side of the island and teaches him how to get milk by cupping his hands to the sky. As he gives instructions to the man, more soldiers come and arrest them. The man explains that he’s headed to Haipo, but they kick him and threaten again to shoot him. The soldier asks him where he came from. He says he came from Askari.

In Askari, the man is pinned down by soldiers in his grandmother’s lawn. The grandmother tells them not to shoot, as the man isn’t a threat, though the soldiers accuse him of being a rebel. She tells them he’s from Haipo, but they don’t listen. As the grandmother protests, they shoot her, and the grandfather rushes to his side, telling him to go to Haipo where he must scatter the ashes that he leaves behind when the soldiers burn him. The grandfather is then murdered as well, though one of the soldiers insists on letting the man go to Haipo. They argue for a little bit, and they agree to give him some time to leave. He runs in due time.

At Haipo, the man meets the boy who he knows is himself, still young, not ravaged by war. Together, they take out a vial of ashes and scatter them out on the ocean. The ashes, carried by the wind, move across the city, shimmering it back to life. All the while, the boy has vanished. The man cries, holding onto his vial. He feels alive, at home.