Page 2 (Looking through a window of colored glass, a furred blue giant speaks) INDISS: One sees so much. INDISS: (turning from window) Every part of it different by the 2nd time one sees it. A procession of layered worlds. (The interior of the structure: a wall is shattered, and there is rubble all over the floor. At a stone table at the far end of the room, a small teal-colored child sits) INDISS: It never stops. Even now.