That's great - Nicodemus whispered to his son. They finally arrived at the end of the world, amidst the desolate scenery of Spitsbergen. A small town inhabited only by seagulls. They strolled along the twisted tracks of frost in the tundra and snowy wilderness. Is this the real world? Or their memories? Or their imagination? Their memory fragments accompanied their strange and aimless wandering.
