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He took off his shirt and rolled it into a ball. From the blue ring tattooed around his neck to his waist, he was covered in illustrations. "And it's like that all the way down," he clarified, guessing my thought. “I am fully illustrated. Look ! ". He opened his hand. On his palm, a rose. She had just been cut; crystalline droplets enamelled its delicate petals. I stretched out my hand to touch it, but it was just a picture. “But they are magnificent! I cried to myself. "Oh yes," said the illustrated man. I am so proud of my illustrations that I would like to erase them by burning them. I tried the sandpaper, the acid, the knife… Because you see, these illustrations predict the future. "
