A hole is pierced in every ceiling of every house.
Some drops are falling down in an isolated and 
hermetically sealed room at reckoned places.
Their falls produce various uncealing sounds : from the 
crying whispering of the wind in the reeds to the most 
infernal roaring of waves in a half-submarine cave, but 
that echoing mass is still celestial and crystalline, and 
yet in this dazzling and unique noise, in which we have 
hear one thousand, the house falls asleep.
For Aridemaïs, those noises represent something 
inexpressible.
It is their father, their mother, their craddle...)