The Golden Tongue
The world salvation depends on the all-powerful ship in space.
The world salvation depends on the all-powerful ship in space.
There are places forgotten by the tumult of the world, peaceful and hidden in their secrets
He lived alone for a long time. Alone in the narrow apartment with its weathered furniture.
They have been walking since the dawn. Under the tall beeches, the light flows in pale sheets.
They had come quietly, these young bakers. One day, the shop opened and the village adopted them.
Brilliant scientist, fanatic of numerical precision, she was steeped in certainties. But …
Hervé is appalled by the rapid decline of our civilization. He feels its imminent disappearance.
Garden of yours, fairy place of changing facts whose effect reinvents us.
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!