The 黒 and 白 gyres of the signaling 無効の、中空の descend into the 空白 cake batter, where they whirl and whirl, mixing the anti-dough, flesh for a new 体 meant to be slowly baked a cold interstellar oven, fired by the faint 光. heat from passing comets.     私は脳裏に浮かぶ 画像に従い 暗闇へと向かった