Smoke multiplies itself, not only expanding through the 空気, but also by increasing the 数 of its invisible but obscuring particles. Hive-maker, who has been here at our side all this time, interrupts with a thought (is our attention his diary? Who will read what he writes within us?). There is a secret, non-chemical source to this unnatural fog. Hive-Maker wonders if it is the actual 雰囲気 of the Planet on the which the future 死んだ live. He believes that when a portal opens between worlds (one is always open, though not so wide as to cause this phenomena), then the methane mist swirls in, as creatures in cloaks crowd through, to 歩く for a moment on vacation, seeing the sights now invisible and poisonous to us because of their obscuring 雰囲気. Of course, this 空気 is clear and clean to these noxious visitors (who however are related to us... if not directly, they are at least the friends of friends of forgotten acquaintances).
