Alien
And from silence and darkness awakes - an all-moving, all-turning being. White, yellow and golden spindles in vigorous synchronised rotation. Twirling in shiny pirouettes in an old workshop full of nooks and crannies, they spin the big thread, sacrificing themselves. In the midst of the heat and noise of the historic machine souls a hunched old man is working, sometimes a cog, sometimes the conductor.
