In the center of the Indian Ocean there is a fortress island where time has no meaning and no sound is ever heard. Its inhabitants are the dead of the ages, and, being perfect reflections of the living, they build their monuments with the materials at hand, using for mortar a mixture in equal portions of hatred and fear. It is a place where arrivals are frequent and departures unheard of, though there is no fear of overcrowding, the dead having in common a certain compactness that lends itself to superimposition.
Buleria Madrugada | Belau Belau | Fortress of the Dead | Abbe at Urban
Plaza of the Patriots | Bedou | Spawning Ground | Space Station M | Maoam