Here they are, created suddenly in multiple by the collision of  étoiles  in the  ciel . thousands of locals, heading towards you with a scream... actually, they are chasing Mr. Nosferatu, and so though this is a startling encounter, you hope that they will just rush on both sides and above, buffalo stampeding in a  perdu   monde . They do look like soldiers from the poison gas corps, and their  corps  aren't that much different from those of the vampire they are chasing, so you do have reason to be nervous. Perhaps they are all just rushing towards some  porte  you have accidentally left over behind you when you entered this  monde . Perhaps the economy of encounters between their  monde  and ours dictates that for every one of us that goes there to visit, 1000 of them can come over here for a few minutes.     Hive-Maker croyait qu'un jour, ces lumières essaimeraient dans notre monde, pour rejoindre les vivants.