It was like a milky screen, letting light through, but no image. Animals stumbled past us. “What is your proposal? Like a monstrous Noah’s Ark. We were standing on the shore of a lake with clear, blue waters, and on the beach around it were a host of sleeping animals. Guns? In grief, the tiger tore itself from the crocodile’s mouth, and a fierce battle broke out on the lakeshore. They looked like reservoirs or something – but they were the first objects to break the monotony of our landscape. As I passed through the trees I saw a slightly thicker tree trunk. “I don’t know, I didn’t get a chance to look,” she said helplessly. “Now say it!” I urged. Somewhere off in the distance, something like a translucent wall loomed around where we stood.
