they were trying to exhibit all their different intersections with reality in a continuous loop. Muko couldn't believe his eyes. He'd never seen such amazing objects before.
A fragment of memory flashes through his mind. He recalls a pair of hands showing him a trick. Two balled fists are opened to show that there is an object in one of them – all Muko can see is something unrecognisable with scribbles on it. The other hand is empty. A masculine voice says: “One, two, three, abracadabra!” while simultaneously the hands are made fists again, shaken about, then opened again. The object has moved