.
Suddenly, Caius Talbot did wake up (in his dream) from a deep, long; unknown night.
The place he did wake up from appeared like a minimal, blurred point in his psyche.
Maybe like a noise...
For some reason, the simple attempt of try to remember, it provoked in his mind a blend of repugnance and terror.
There was such an invulnerable black curtain between him and the dream inside a dream he did wake up from.
But he still was caught inside another dream...
Caius was in an ample NYC avenue, left and right surrounded by a row of buildings that did form such 2 walls.
The avenue did lead towards a distant, horizontal, dazzling red sun; the sun overfilled the avenue, blinding and magnificent like some confused memories i have about my childhood: there's an unreal sun, more sweet and golden than today.
A sun that doesn't exist...
Somehow from the east, a giant aztec bird appeared flying over the avenue.
Its shadow covered completely to Caius Talbot...
II
Caius is flying now on the blue feathers of this, the Ave Roc...his rictus is sad and melancholic now, while the monumental bird takes him towards the pluvial jungles.
...The God, owner of the plastic thunderbolt and the electronic fire sees them pass by the orographic forests with a sweet smile.
III
...How to return from a dream being flesh of it?: Over the mirrors' jungles, the bird disappeared.
Caius is the bird now, the bird is Caius; Caius, the bird, the bird; Caius.
Down, deep down into the jungles where the tapirs observe themselves in the mirrors...
IV
The morning comes and...
No.
The bird.
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