So, in some alternate universe, our dear Perseus is just about ready to take his first steps on to the cold, uninviting shores of a particular island located somewhere in the Baltic Sea.
Alas, we can't be there to see him (at least, not in a non-virtual manner), but a faint echo from a long-forgotten bureaucratic system has unearthed another piece of an alternative, impossible history. Fortunately for us all, I've converted it into a more accessible format.
If anyone were to take a photo of themselves while standing on a windswept Baltic shore today, I'd be very impressed. Especially if a helicopter has dropped them there. Just remember: get up on the beach, turn right, and RUN!
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