Rolling metal elephants advance towards him while, in his brain, the electrical signals of a warning activate:
–If a herd of furious elephants cross your path, get out of the way.
The elephants continue to advance, rolling immense mounds of grayish metal, streaked in black by the joints of the different fears that have created them.
They are about to collide with him, with a deafening noise in his surroundings, with a weight that will crush any vain resistance.
The elephants continue and continue rolling down the hillside without having hit anything, without having destroyed anything; they have passed through him, transformed into a fog that contains nothing.
