It's an assembly of materials loved according to the intuition of the moment.

"...we know today that what we thought was immutable can disappear, at least in the case of birds or fish. Fortunately, there is a territory where stories are born and grow freely: it is the world of dreams. It is a territory that cannot be entered, protected by a wall called sleep and guarded by memory."

Extract from "Icare" by Moebius