...The Surface of The Sun
It never coalesces. It’s something we can’t quite comprehend. Too much power, too massive, too ancient.
The image boils and rages, and is completely hypnotic.
The noise is overwhelming.
Over this, the title:
A black matt surface. It starts moving, slowly at first.
It is the rubber treadmill of a running machine.
A pair of male feet in trainers step on and start walking.
The pace increases steadily, then the machine tilts to create...
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