SOMETHING is growing, slowly, painfully, almost as if a very ancient fossil were struggling to be born again, pushing its ancient, rock-heavy bones into the possibility of new and unknown limbs. Yes, it is dark in here, but at the centre, at the heart, there is suddenly so much luminosity, a radiant flower is unfurling there, sending its light out into those cold, dark bones. And out towards the edges, too, small flames are flickering into life, spreading out from other small flowers of new growth.