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Anna's dream Anna smiles on her stretcher. Revolving blue lights illuminate her wrinkled face. Frozen by amazement and curiosity, they watch her leaving in the morning fog. From the hall incredulous voices resonate along the spiral staircase, follow a corridor and violate her intimacy. Empty boxes, gutted capsules litter the ground. Near the bed lays a photo of her deceased love, on her rocking chair, a letter. In her coffin Anna has a good laugh.