一只鼹鼠在春天的森林里寻找它的洞穴。

e, whose velvety coat shimmers silver in the rays of light, has emerged to the surface after a long winter of work in the deep horizons. He moves slowly, relying not on sight but on his keen sense of smell and touch. His strong, paddle-like paws carefully push aside damp moss and fragile twigs. For the mole, the spring forest is a scent map: he searches for the familiar aroma of his home, hidden beneath the roots of an old oak tree. At some point he freezes, listening to the vibrations of the earth - somewhere there, in the depths, his familiar world of labyrinths pulsates.