Fantastical shapes kept looming out of this dusty mist. Landmarks were gone and only a vague feeling of wavering and loneliness remained in this dreamland. I felt foreign to this anachronistic situation. That sand, creeping in all possible places and gaps, suffocating all. One walks in that desert, dazed and confused, with the feeling they are alone on earth… until the next ghostly encounter. A couple, embracing on the lunar ground, almost covered in dust, is almost only made visible to me by a red dress popping out of an otherwise monochromatic world. Even the sun, still shining above our heads, looks like it belongs to another planet or reality. A moment out of time, out of our tangible world.