In the dream, two sat waiting for the coming of the promised land. They sat each upon a straight-backed chair, set high above a green valley, and looked far into the distance, into the sky at the evolving ether, where the clouds first reflected colours from the rising sun. Peaks were seen from the swathes of golden and rosy mists, temples and great palaces of the wondrous kingdom from which the creatures of the new world raised their noble heads.
On clouds did this kingdom descend and, when it came, the two sprang up from their appointed places and ran out to greet the leader of the race, who crossed the fated valley at the speed of light without a single step. As one they reached him and flung themselves in awe at his feet; one did speak urgently in an ancient tongue, while the other listened and waited in silence. To this one who waited did the leader speak, his face level with hers on the ground, and verily did he reveal to her the secret of her heart before passing by in the Westerly direction from whence the two had come.
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