“On Stranger Tides”
A strange place. Everything around is shrouded in a white veil, but it is not snow: it is warm and does not melt in the hands. This whiteness extends as far as the eye can see. Only strange metal structures and an abandoned car in the distance reminded me of the once human presence here. It remains only to find answers to questions about what this place is and what I do here. What is this strange phrase COVID-17 written on my bracelet. But most importantly, I really wanted to remember who I am.