Professor.E 18AW

Professor.E 18AW ”POEM”

Time: early 22nd century
Location: Moscow, Russia, a suburb

In the midst of swirling thick snowflakes, a black motorbike rushed over a snow-cloaked road as its rapidly rotating tire launched a beautiful powdery arc out of a snow-white landscape.
The riders gaze was absorbed by the thick coniferous forest in front of him, and in an instant as if he suddenly had to think of something, he immediately pressed his center of gravity towards an unremarkable little path, passing through green, dyed dark and heavy by the weather, and soon stopped in front of thick branches and leaves hiding an enormous broken building, that seemed to have been abandoned for an eternity. The pitch-black streamlined metal beast stopped and released a low-pitched growl, as the tall and slender rider took the goggles of his head and hung them on the rearview mirror, pensively gazing at the magnificent, imperial-style building drowned into worldly oblivion by the torrent of the ages.