A city built entirely from the earth beneath it. Mudbrick walls, reed‑mat floors, bitumen‑sealed boats, clay tablets pressed with the oldest writing in the world.

The great ziggurat of Nanna rises above every rooftop, its upper tier glazed a deep blue that catches the sun like something not quite real. In the streets below, donkeys pull carts of barley through narrow lanes, canal workers stand waist‑deep in slow water clearing silt with their hands, and brewers stir date syrup into mash that will become the drink half the city runs on.

Follow the lives of ordinary people across one full lunar cycle, from new moon to new moon, as they work, rest, worry, and wonder in the shadow of one of the oldest cities on earth. A boatman who reads the river the way a scribe reads clay. A brewer who learned stillness from her father and now tends hi ...