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A collage of photos.

There should be dolby(tm) stereo sound, a wide screen, a wriggling seat on pneumatic pistons, a air-moved-by-a-huge-spaceship-just-above-your-head reproduction device.

But I bet you haven't got the equipment.

So you have to imagine the howling of the white spaceship's engines. The lasers emit a brief sound, sometimes followed by a muffled explosion, we are still a little far away. The serpent spaceship produces an electric humming, diffuse, non-directional.

The old wise men on the rock at bottom left don't make any noise (it's usual for old wise persons in floating clothes). If absolutely necessary, they emit a disapproving grunt from time to time, but the surrounding mayhem doesn't let it reach your ears. They can walk right in the middle of a skirmish between thousand of tons spaceships without taking any risks of tarnishing their all-white clothes; it's a kind of super-power.

We don't really know why they're here, or how they guessed what was going to happen. They are really gifted for that kind of thing, because the aim of the spaceship's captains was to infiltrate themselves discreetly. The encounter with the serpent is a bad surprise. However, they are starting to get down from their rock, after having mumbled about times coming and destiny inescapabling.

The old wise man has a duty to be enigmatic.

Inventory : Sydney's opera house mirrored, concrete vaults on the Vilaine in Rennes, another concrete fragment coming from Trignac, cuts in the St Nazaire submarine, Australian clouds lit by the sunset and last but not least, me, myself, I and yours truly (under heavy and too warm clothes, but the result is funny).

The photos were stolen from Sophie.

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