The worlds end. With blood and fire, in violent absences or iron silences. Worlds end when steps fail and hearts, defeated and defenseless, surrender to the unjust weight of time ... Rebels, because yes, we launch a discreet summons on a planet completely adrift. We wanted to make a wish concrete and get, after a barbarous infinity of deprivations and sleepless nights, a first anthology. We were looking, with a title, to achieve the permanence of a dear memory.
Seventeen stories, seventeen illustrations of the most varied tessitura, motifs and efforts ended up convincing us: worlds that came to an end amidst screams, shadows and nightmares prompted us to trust again; to embrace with strong and correct arms the irrevocable possibility that dreams can hide. Between discreet tremors and accurate shrapnel, we dismissed previous pages and embraced, without a doubt, those that come ahead ... »