Complex and delicate structures that fail, fade, are destroyed or unconstructed, easily. As the feelings for the memories, or soft words, whispers for sounds. I am mostly inspired by sci-fi classics, and for this Chapter, one of my strongest inspirations was the concept of the weakness of memories, and how it echoes on us till the memory's void. Until it rests in nothing. As in this last speech (before his death) from Roy Batty, created by Philip K. Dick: "I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhaüser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain... Time to die."