In the hollow of the belly of the earth, a rumor takes a form. Between dawn and dusk, beings take shape with the continent of the dead. When you asked me to come to life, did you know that there would be so much beauty in this world. Did you know ? Now, I do not know which mask I should reveal. They come aground on this promised land that you have left us. They move with the rhythm of wind, fire, water and earth. It would even appear that the moon converses with the sun as much as the soul enjoys the calm of the night. I especially believe that in transhumance, it is this wandering that will lead us to the truth. So, let me still dream and believe to this rumor, to the Earth Orchestra.

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