Humankind bows to pieces of paper or plastic, without which life cannot mannifest itself anymore. Surrounded by so many wrongs moral and life values, raised to undeserved ranks, we chose as such: if this world is not enough for us, then we shall find a new one. This is how E-an-na has been born. Or, at least, this is how we unveiled it. E-an-na is a realm of ours, towards which we left, foreseeing the ending in this world. A realm where breath is still green. In which birds sing tirelessly and rivers don’t have unnatural colours. A home of the sky.