Aurora Into Resonance
Brilliant scientist, fanatic of numerical precision, she was steeped in certainties. But …
Brilliant scientist, fanatic of numerical precision, she was steeped in certainties. But …
They have been walking since the dawn. Under the tall beeches, the light flows in pale sheets.
He lived alone for a long time. Alone in the narrow apartment with its weathered furniture.
They had come quietly, these young bakers. One day, the shop opened and the village adopted them.
Hervé is appalled by the rapid decline of our civilization. He feels its imminent disappearance.
Chauvet Cave – guided tour. “She” expects science, archive, dust put in order. The black comes first.
By day, he walks in our world. He drinks bland coffee. At night, he looks for openings.
A city erased from maps, eaten away by oblivion like posters peeled from a damp wall.
Message to the bitter, for those who watch when the gods sleep
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
By opening the old mahogany chiffonier, he had not sought to find anything