This is not a postcard. It’s the ghost of an image — an img that never loads, but leaves its alt text behind like a clue.
A gray strip of sand along the Baltic coast, near the border of Kaliningrad. The water is the color of cold steel. A wooden pier, splintered and leaning, stretches into the shallows like a forgotten thought. img src ru beach
Yet I see it anyway.
The beach smells of seaweed, rust, and something distant: smoke from a factory, maybe, or a campfire from another decade. This is not a postcard