Bodies turning into night

 Bodies turning into night. Transfigured in emptiness. Stuck in his transfiguration. Intruders to themselves. They are not visible. They do not touch or leave a trace. They neither speak nor fight against the patterns of the wind. Empty their journey. Labyrinths. Of the world of tomorrow. Of the smell of yesterday. Word memories. Defaced past. There the facts, the experiences are lost. They devastate the security of the foundations. From yesterday, all silence.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.