'In twilight language words know each other - intergalactic chance passing among them - worldly nights...infinite solitude...dreams sowing the roads there. The city, a fierce, coarse structure. Morals and language are determined by fresh spectres. With horror they will come - a change beyond imagination...subtle poison in those pages. The author professes to speak and thrill...lines of fiction will come through space, incidents of singular atrocity...vain space exploration has lead to experience dark and bitter...be strong, we must be heard...'
More from the Shadows project...three treatments of the same text, as quoted above.