plague

In the silent, desolate town of Oran, an unexpected visitor arrived. It was not a welcomed acquaintance, nor a long-lost family member. No, this visitor wore an invisible cloak, and it moved with a malignant intention, casting a deadly shadow over the unsuspecting town. This was the plague.

Thomas Aschenbach, in his late fifties, felt the heaviness of age creeping into his bones. A renowned writer from Munich, he thought his pursuit of self-discipline, rationality and aesthetic beauty in literature fulfilled his existence. However, a sudden, undefined longing had taken hold of him recently. Thus, he found himself aboard a locomotive, travelling towards the south. The flamboyant city of Venice was to be his refuge, a place where he planned to seek inspiration.