Where are we? We are here
A timeless land, a land without placement
Pollen floats up in swirling, golden spirals
Such slow spires everywhere
None of them tangible
On the grassy plain I saw the old one
Where are we? We are here
But why aren't you dead?
A separate season for the guardians
Bees with fairy wings
Far ahead is a wall of thorns
 
He took me to his home, the old one
I did not fear the honey drink he offered me
Do you have a wife? Yes
Is she coming? Maybe soon
Do you have children? You'll have to ask her about that
A separate season for the guardians
 
Now he noticed my mark
You have to let them see it
In my garden is a well
Now you are going to sleep, and tomorrow
When my wife might come
You are to crawl into the well
Come up somewhere else