It's good like that - Nikodem whispers to his son. They've wound up at the world's end, in the harsh, deserted landscape of Spitsbergen. A town inhabited only by seagulls. They roam the tundra, the snowy wilderness, along frost-warped rails. Is it the real world? Or their recollections? Or their imaginations? Fragments of their memories accompany their strange, aimless wanderings.