Set in the dissonant silence of everyday interiors, Atlas Cloud explores the slow collapse of inner orientation — like a broken satellite drifting through familiar space turned alien. Trapped between the dull weight of domestic banality and the brutal noise of global catastrophe, the mind fractures. The contrast becomes unbearable: lunchtime pasta, then war; small talk, then extinction. Paranoia seeps in. Even flatmates seem complicit in the unraveling. Is everyone burning inside? Are we pretending not to notice? Until finally, the illusion breaks — and someone sets the whole thing on fire.