An uncharted memory flees stubbornly towards an increasingly distant era.
The sensation of antiquity increases.
A multitude of countries, wrongfully sent to sleep.
And everything looks in order from the outside, unfailingly.
And always is there this rise of vastness on the inside…this rise of memory, drifting.
Like rediscovering flying in the dark across the place of another era.
We’re there now, we’re walking through.
One night, a growing blindness.
Is that where we must go in?
Is that where we were, without knowing?