But I'll tell you how I managed to bring them with my thoughts!

It's 2018/ Warsaw, it was an unusual night in which in a dream, I was brought into a state of deep introspection. I wrote down on a piece of paper the questions that tickled my ignorance....

they sounded more or less like this:

Is blood the color red only on Earth?

Can laughter cure chronic laziness?

What color is innocence

Can a template for a major project be created from spoken words?

Can I find a golden feather in the plumage of a condor, which is the clue of a rock spirit?

As I waited for answers, variously shaped figures gradually appeared in front of me, which with the movement of body-like structures sent signals, as if their alphabet was the movement of the body.

The colors with which their emotions were painted shimmered in Marxian-Amazonian hues, their eyes looked as if they had found their place on the "face" by dancing their ears, nose and mouth, often changing each other's original in our view functions.