Eggoids  danse  or do something singular around the X, or, of course, elsewhere. Both are insubstantial, and time is passing. The rituals of  mécanique   naissance  in the planetary  vue  isn't necessarily a friendly thing, so be careful not to get sentimental about what you see.     Là, je suis né à nouveau, sous la forme d'un X, une mire flottante.