I then moved forward through the nobuspheres of Dovre. The particles that had rushed through thin capillaries. Where Ivo was led toward the machines in the heart of our heavy meeting. Where fetters were struck hard against the form's steering sheath. Things were so close to going bad, breaking here in our bodies' cathedrals. We saw each other's faces like blisters beneath membranes, a sunken city of singing fossils anemones.

We moved through the body toward a difficult environment of large pipes in knots, capitals. They rose stoutly into the fire-blue sky of refineries. There a cloud waited to be released from the skin. I would like you Ivo to receive my teeth, my extricated enamels here in the box pulled out of my jaw. My mouth is large and soft with flesh; the material out of which animals are made.

We were supposed to climb up toward the gap that had opened up between the plates and the skin. It was a scrapyard of old junk where we fastened our cables. Now we were to move out along the dangerously swaying skeletons. The particles that had rushed through thin capillaries. As dark matter will form space all around us, so we will see the flesh enclose a sunken muscle city of anemones and moray eels.