**200 copies** "In darkness, with the shadows of the forest, bite of the plant is the tear. Intimate inner worlds and the surrounding materiality dance in unison. They snake through realities at the speed of blood. Blood is the vine. Vine bites the flesh and atomic particles flow. Pulses emerge within this motionless journey. They give life to it. They are its spark and the vehicle. By inversion of scales they also are the outcome. Sound, sounds from the many layers of the thickness of reality form a new acoustic landscape. In its turn, this soundscape spreads around, following and creating waves. However these nascent waves are here since ever, hidden in the folds of time. Light gets ready for the new day to come." - Frédéric Nogray, 12 September 2018