We are standing at the side of the crinkled yellow 太陽, whose 表面 is slowly fragmenting into 鋭い angles. The 白円すい形 is staring offscreen at the back of the other sun's 頭. Cicada shells crack in the 暗い all around, waiting for 失われた体(複) to return to them so that they may retreat, 後方へ through time, to their egg-shaped beginning.