In the  sombre , at  nuit , there are often small lights, that can be bugs, ships, other houses or boats on the sea, people with flashlights, small cars across the  désert , or simply  étoiles . The latter are often the most confusing... they move, we all accept that fact, but they shouldn't move too fast, or else they could crash close to us, and reveal through  seule  example (a crater in the  sol , a curved  porte  opens out of the smooth metal, and then a glowing plasmic glove emerges, gripping the  aigu  edge of the doorway) that all  étoiles  are actually observing spaceships, which stare stare stare. Perhaps the  étoiles  that run and  danse  around each other here, like the active elements of a poison gas that recombines itself on the  voler  in the  air , on the  peau , and in the lungs of its host... perhaps these  étoiles , playing like loving, instinct-driven puppies in the  fenêtre , aren't actually smart enough to watch us and take notes. NOT SO, says Hive-Maker (is he dreaming, or is this a reportage, and proof of his to-be-explained theories) these are the actual  mort , who are behind anything, including technology, related to death in our  monde . It is their work, a profession into which they have been kidnapped and from which they cannot escape. They only look like  animation   étoiles .     Pour le cinéaste du surnaturel, le fantôme était un radium spirituel en décomposition, qui pouvait impressionner...