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

"...we now know that what was once thought to be immutable can disappear, at least as far as birds or fish are concerned. 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 penetrated, protected by a wall called sleep and guarded by memory. »

Excerpt " Icarus " by Moebius