The holographic light of the lucid dream of an outlawed machine has created this mirage, a vision that sails through light bending shapes and colours in its wake, a tsunami of pixels that caresses the senses and pumps adrenaline into the soul with its visual excesses. Time speeds up as it passes through its fine threads of elastic energy, the world falls silent before its exotic androgynous beauty. Life is made of small visions: mirages that, like cobblestones, form a multicoloured ground that saves us from falling into the abyss of darkness and despair.