Callas

The moment they were about to meet again, Sentinel stand up against them. Sentinel doesn’t like noises, and much less the french pop songs. To be honest, we have to admit that Mister Philippe sings really off-key, and anybody with a bit of sensitivity cannot stand for long neither the uncertainly and fragile vocalizations of Cantilena nor the arrhythmic voice of Mister Philippe. Some french pop sung by those two, Sentinel didn’t appreciate this at all. Sentinel only enjoy the vibrato of the vowel α that dully repeats itself. Give him some old recordings of Callas and look at him gloating and startling. Sentinel’s wrath is unforgiving: what’s only left from them are their shoes fixed to the ground. Now, in the Desert Δ, there’s nothing else but the silence... Only the wind blows from time to time. But, if you pay enough attention, you can sometimes catch a dull note of electricity that powers the sensitive waves of Sentinel. And, much rarely, the light creakings of the inner mechanisms of Sentinel.