by Hugues Labiano & Jean Dufaux
This road... this road was going to become my only friend, my unique refuge. This road that went straight to the mirages thousands had only left to believe in. "A mirage," my mother says, "is like a golden apple which will never fall... I don't believe her. I'll be under the tree. And the apples will fall."
SC, 8x11, 48pg, FC