The spaceship zoomed upwards with its hidden booty of carved stone pictures. The town below was completely covered with volcanic ash and the magic carpet of future's music lay dormant in the little gadget left on top of one a building just protruding from the ash.
The teenage girl who was sitting in front of the open window and writing an essay on ancient art felt a strange sensation and lay down on her bed in order to calm down. She saw the huge white bird floating over the sea, which suddenly dived and plunged into the green waves. Below the waves everything was green and a distant noise was humming. She dreamt about this sound.
In the ruined amphitheatre the drums and the bass were bombilating and suddenly the black Fender Stratocaster started to cry its eerie, hair-raising song. It sounded like a huge window that slowly cracked open on the sky.