When you've arrived at the bottom of the  forêt  canopy, you will  découvrir  that there aren't as many  arbres  here as there appear to be from the  air . Perhaps only the trunks have been harvested by the hungry farmers, leaving the interlocked, self-supporting leaves intact in the upper canopy, as a filter for moonlight, and protection from foreign-planet predators like ourselves. In any case, once you've shuddered off your parachute, you find yourself alone at  nuit  not so  loin  from a long  horizon . In the  boîte  of your sight, this  paysage  edge is visible as a  ligne  going left to right, somewhere under your  nez . You think that you are alone. But you can't be for long. Your blood is visible, a glowing fire on the Antarctic plain... a strange anomaly, perhaps not that appealing to all the local inhabitants and their relatives. There is one person who Is happy to see you, though you are here meeting only by accident... it is that famous addict Mr. Nosferatu, running through the  sombre  towards you, as if he were being chased by creatures who like to Eat Vampires, and who are close on his tail, behind the line-ledge of the  horizon  in  devant  of you.     Hive-Maker croyait qu'un jour, ces lumières essaimeraient dans notre monde, pour rejoindre les vivants.