A hole is pierced in every ceiling of every house.
Some drops are falling down in an isolated and
hermetically sealed room at reckoned places.
Their falls produce various uncealing sounds : from the
crying whispering of the wind in the reeds to the most
infernal roaring of waves in a half-submarine cave, but
that echoing mass is still celestial and crystalline, and
yet in this dazzling and unique noise, in which we have
hear one thousand, the house falls asleep.
For Aridemaïs, those noises represent something
inexpressible.
It is their father, their mother, their craddle...)