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@@ -69,6 +69,7 @@ export const SUBTITLES = {
'stankievech-6': {
title: 'The Desert Turned to Glass',
popup: "trinity",
+ cursor: "/last-museum/static/uploads/3/cursor/The_Last_Museum_-_Symbols-137.png",
audio_url: "/last-museum/static/uploads/3/audio/Frame06-46sec.mp3",
text: {
en: "My anarchy obeys subterraneously a law in which I deal occultly with astronomy, mathematics and mechanics. And my hunger is fed by these putrefying beings in decomposition. My rite is a purifier of forces. But malignancy exists in the jungle. I swallow a mouthful of blood that fills me entirely. I hear cymbals and trumpets and tambourines that fill the air with noise and uproar drowning out the silence of the disc of the sun and its marvel. I want a cloak woven from threads of solar gold. The sun is the magical tension of the silence. On my journey to the mysteries I hear the carnivorous plant that laments times immemorial: and I have obscene nightmares beneath the sick winds. I am enchanted, seduced, transfixed by furtive voices. The almost unintelligible cuneiform inscriptions speak of how to conceive and give formulae about how to feed from the force of darkness. They speak of naked and crawling females. And the solar eclipse causes secret terror that nonetheless announces a splendor of heart.",