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'However,
where there is light, it invariably produces shadows. An ominous moon-figure glitters in this location. What uncanny creatures wriggle like worms? This world is, so to speak, the shadow of Nightopia. Bad dreams rule this place - Nightmare. Reala is standing alone, bathed in moonlight. A voice falls from high in the sky, like a soliloquy, and begins to talk to him. No other figure is in sight. " Nightmare, our own Utopia to love. In this beautiful darkness, no one is likely to notice. Light and such are, after all, merely deceptions. The truth, however, lies in between... Ah, Reala...only suppose, if Nightmare was not only in the World of Dreams, but they were the same..." "As you command."' |
