They got out of Time. They had to live there without the usual references. The timeless essence. The zero movement of the germ instant. The moment where he doubts between existing or not, between always and now. Triadic night of several nights. A thousand years of knots to count. Becoming Master of Time. To elude them, the words were burned inside. All tracks were thus destroyed. Dionysos, before the Parthenon, sneaks through the ruin of the hollows, drinking the dew of death. Beyond the good and the pain.