The smell of the moebius soul-clump motivates the mallet-descent of a Lovecraftian knossus-face from top right, spinning on some out-of-frame oiled  axes  to reveal the furrow on top of its facet-head. The disappearing  tête  is mechanically followed by its necessary companion.     J'ai voyagé jusqu'à l'arsenal, et permis à mon âme de revêtir sa vraie forme.