Who am I?

I am lost.

I woke up and found myself in an inverted forest. Not much life seen in this cold dark forest. It’s so misty and moist here.

The sky is on the top. The sea is at the bottom. Such an unusual world.

Oh no! the sea level is elevating.

Opps! A big wave carry me to the end of world. I lost consciousness.

I woke up and found myself in the water droplet. There was a nice village in the water droplet.

In the village, I met a lot of new families. The joy of newborn made me forget my trauma of not knowing who I am and where I will go.

We landed on a labyrinth.

I kept walking in circle in the labyrinth.

The land is so dry and brittle. Our sweet little water palace evaporated so rapidly. Not sure if it’s my imagination, even my soul got pulled out of my little body along with the rising water vapor.

Suddenly, the labyrinth elevated and hit a mountain. I almost fainted from the clash again.

We have to run. If the village has to survive, our only way out is to hide in the very dark caves, or more like dungeons. Not sure if dragons would wait inside and swallow us whole.

It led us to a cliff. We have to jump.

Even if I didn’t want to jump. I was pushed down a waterfall. My life was over.

Strangely, a puff of air pushed me up. I was floating in midair.

Another puff of air saved us again.

We opened a parachute and hoped for a safe landing. A lot of our comrades crashed and hit the wall. Their last words: we will not die in vain.

I couldn’t even see the bottom. It’s pitch dark.

Suddenly, I saw light.

I see the inverted forest again. Am I back to the same forest?

It must be another one. It’s so lively. The trees are breathing.

I took a deep breath. The oxygen awakened my soul.

I recall who I am.

I am coronavirus.

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Cornoavirus in Wonderland:

Art project for the kids and kidults

The ego of our kind makes us look down on the coronovirus and overlook how far a journey the coronavirus has taken before they land in our lungs.

The illustration takes the perspective of the little coronavirus, how it lands from one’s lung to another like Alice in Wonderland. The story started with ‘Who am I”, not revealing the ‘viral identity’ to the reader.

Only when the reader follows the journey, at the very end, they realize the cough, the finger and the nostrils are all wonderland for the virus, and learn to close these doors and stop sending invitation cards to these little adventurers.

I hope this seeds a perception change and a sense of urgency to protect oneself among kids and adults who act like kids.

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Dreamt by TreeStrongMan

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