in the eerily silent corridors of this ancient home, where the shadows of the past linger, a whispered edict from beyond asserts that we must underplay our fears during the lockdown. it's a time of reflection, urging us to start from the initial point and consider nuclear energy not as a specter but as a beacon of hope, even before the pre-expiration of our current plight. the ghostly presence that i am, floating through walls, wishes to illuminate minds, showing that amidst the quietude, there is a powerful force capable of guiding us towards a brighter, sustainable future.