Anaïs Le Berre

At the close of the eyelashes, emerging beneath awakening and radiance: this is the first glance. In this inner eye runs the dream of a lively youth, girl and boy, a promise. It is the first impulse, so that the first steps may be taken outside: the desire to flee and frolic. Before the foreign eye, animal, human, or divine, there is deep within us the inexorable perception of self, which our own creature always advances, haloed.

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In the end, it came from the ground. And slowly it took over. For lack of a better term, people called it melting, then they fell silent. In the Aa Valley, they were the first to have to flee their lands. She had hesitated.

A photographer is sent to Patagonia to do a report about fishermen but he is confronted with a strangely empty area which send him back to his own questionings... until he meets Carlos.