A crystal smashes into a thousand pieces. Time in all its irrelevance ceases to be, and the compacted sand converges and collides. Every little reflection has a world inside it and I fix your eyes as if to say 'in those worlds we will explore and adore. We will dance on velvet sashes on dunes of gold, every earthly thing which can be sold will swell and break beneath us and we will go where only the white rabbit goes. A jutting beacon will melt and roll down the smooth rock on which we will stand, and it will carry us to strange places. And in those places we will swim in caves that glimmer like precious stones.' And you look to me, and your eyes say 'With this glimmer we will remember the crystal once again, and all those unearthly things will be killed, when we say we only dreamed them.'