With the return of all  animation   étoiles  to the  centre  of the frame, sucked into the tiny  bouche  of the  ciel , it is now time to return to the twin Babels, which have been ruined by anonymous actions. Perhaps by the collision of all those collapsing  étoiles . In  loin   espace , beyond the  lumière  of our own  soleil , this sort of tragedy occurs at least twice a  jour , in different places. These particular twin towers shake a bit around the fixed and invisible  centre  of their mirrored mourning, trying to get enough inertia up to jump out of some new gunsight they feel directed at their masses.