FLCTY is convinced that she's a time traveler. She is almost certain this is not her first post-apocalypse era. Every single dream or nightmare she regards as a vision. Visions about the past or about the future. Or other dimensions.
This enigmatic woman also knows how to survive. Most of her days and nights she spends in her old dugout. Whenever she has go outside or "on the surface" as she calls it, she makes sure to put her gas mask on. Then she can be found searching the woods and fallow lands for edible plants, mushrooms and fresh water.
FLCTY is a women of letters, hoarding every written word. Since she got a hand on some writing untensils, she is eager to write everything down. Besides she is spending her days reconsidering methods of procreation, right to the theory of reproducing test-tube babies in the medium-term. The human kind must survive, after all...
To survive is our obligation.
I had a dream.
Put your masks on.
I‘m not your mummy!