Opening his eyes, Malin found himself in a world of fog, with everything distant receding into the mist, while nearby, everything brought by the great destruction remained.
Metal forests, stone structures, snow falling on the ground, distant voices on the horizon.
Malin walked forward until he reached the square, which seemed torn apart by time, half abandoned and littered with garbage, while on the other half, Malin saw a modern city bustling with crowds and walls hung with advertisements in various languages.
On the massive electronic billboard on the far-off building wall, a young man with lip piercings, sunglasses, and green-dyed hair waved to the camera.
