The noir and blanc gyres of the signaling vue descend into the vide cake batter, where they whirl and whirl, mixing the anti-dough, flesh for a new corps meant to be slowly baked a cold interstellar oven, fired by the faint lumière . heat from passing comets.
Alors, j'ai suivi les images à l'intérieur de mon cerveau, vers les ténèbres.