Elsewhere is always a nice place to be and we were all into a disturbance.
Especially a random and persistent one, that obscures and reduces the clarity of all the psychic signals. A noisy tale from the middle of Nowhere, started from the two PANs with their shining flutes made of steel and cables; then, at a time, a lucid derangement involved the experiments of Dr. Shackleton, rushing the heartbeats up on the mathematical curve of all the perceptible frequencies. For our sake, the heavy Morphosis’ machines were the last to take us dancing away from that dirty matter.