“How do I even describe Elysium?” Joséphine had said in one of her videos. She’d laughed and panned across the black trees that stretched for miles. “It’s everything: a place, a time, a living being all in one. Andor’s theory is it’s the resting place for the proto-god Chaos. An immortal plane to counter our mortal one. Acheron”—she focused on the red river—“is its blood, and Lethe”—then on the white—“came from its bones. Life and oblivion. Chaos and order, all in one. The paradise to our earth.” “Or hell,” Andor had muttered off camera.
