Yoshitaka Amano: The Tale of Genji (2006)

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“When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?”

There is nothing There is nothing There is nothing Then there is something For a brief moment Then there is nothing again