LesGensEtranges

Too refined to be weird, not famous enough to be "someone", Les Gens Étranges (The Strange People, in french) inhabit this artificial space, with the elegance of jesters employed by the most powerful kings. Lost in rusty vapors, acid pumps through their veins unabated. They sleep and dream of cyclopean cities, where sunken gods dream and sleep as well. During too scarce eclipses, they wake up to spread their venom over the world. Lured by their demented laughter, the stars are left crying under barren skies. Their thoughts are negotiable, their bodies for sale, and prices have been put on their heads. What will you pay to shut them up, onc