Dissolve back a few frames, so that we approach this skull-it again for the second time on the same path. Perhaps we this is the same skull, associated with Zoltan  Abbassid , which smiled so vigorously at its own nearby disconnected hipbone. Now, the  caméra  pulls in until the doorframe vanishes and we are alone with the skull against darkness.     ...je traversais de mon vol de trompe-la-mort, en route vers le centre religieux, le Temple de la Mort, où des prêtres et des stratèges décidaient de la forme de la nouvelle culture.