Smoke multiplies itself, not only expanding through the  air , but also by increasing the  numéro  of its invisible but obscuring particles. Hive-maker, who has been here at our side all this time, interrupts with a thought (is our attention his diary? Who will read what he writes within us?). There is a secret, non-chemical source to this unnatural fog. Hive-Maker wonders if it is the actual  atmosphère  of the Planet on the which the future  mort  live. He believes that when a portal opens between worlds (one is always open, though not so wide as to cause this phenomena), then the methane mist swirls in, as creatures in cloaks crowd through, to  marcher  for a moment on vacation, seeing the sights now invisible and poisonous to us because of their obscuring  atmosphère . Of course, this  air  is clear and clean to these noxious visitors (who however are related to us... if not directly, they are at least the friends of friends of forgotten acquaintances).     Ce Monde pourrait nous être rendu visible par le cinéaste qui saurait voir à travers le brouillard de notre monde, jusqu'aux ténèbres au delà.