Today you discovered the biggest graveyard in whole postSweden. Behind some stoneblocks the administrators had pasted real photographs, frozen into paper, for curious creatures like you. Most motives were captured 2024, just before humanity began to die over escalating places. We watched you watch everyday streets, so extremely crowded with people that they must touch each others clothes. One photo zoomed on a police-doctor being trampled to death, by boygangs who were gunfighting over some piece of electronic gold. Outside the wall you supersurprised bumped into Uncle Timolas! Smiling you shaked hands, almost shamefully, like last survivors of empty town.