Everything remains the same. Garden, green trees
Snakes entwined on it, fruits of golden oranges
The boy under the shade of the branches
Flowing water, green place
Everything remains the same as before. The edge of the ancient world
The golden apple orchard of the Hespelati sisters, fruit
Shining on the eternal branches, here
Bin Laden, the Guardian Dragon, rolls up his jeweled crown
Scratching the golden dragon claws, sharpening the silver dragon teeth
Take a nap, wait for a long time
Until the cunning hero, Heracles
Come to rob and steal the golden fruit
——"The Garden of Proserpina"
His fingers slid over the dark yellow paper under the lamp and the slightly faded golden patterns on the edges of the pages. There was feather-like tenderness in his palms. His voice was clear and quiet, every word. Beside him, the young man was weak and pale, hiding himself deeply in a soft dream. In the dream, his gray-blue eyes melted into a blur of light.