Cent et Un Mots par Jour

A second before – at least it seemed so – the world had been red and black, fire and night. Then came the water. It poured on the charred land, steam rising and filling the sky. So much water that it created seas and oceans. And life. A little blob at first, floating around in the primordial ocean. Lonely and scared, it created another blob just like it, a clone. And they both created friends. When they were enough, they organized, and they decided they would be an animal. We all come from that bubble of life, lost in an hostile world.

Claire Annovazzi