In the furthest corner of the dark room,
two yellow dishround lights.
Well well, said the cat, who’d you expect?
Whoa, Cat, that was scary.
Scary? These are the topazes that are my eyes. Look! Did you want me to do some trick? To appear with a smile first? No time for that, for the time is the time to go.
Do you mean the dream is over?
The dream is never over, son. Through this antechamber many glimpses of things to come, of things long gone, you were granted. Threefold, and devious, the next step will be.
Three, to announce three times thirty three. Come.
And down we went…