Under a moon swollen with light and floating out of orbit, the rampant unicorn continued chasing the man, trying to devour him. In his escape, the man, struggling with the uneven terrain used his breathing for strength, but suddenly stumbled and fell into a large pit. When stretching out his hands to soften the impact, he got hold of a tree branch. As he looked around, relieved that he was safe, he spotted some mice gnawing the tree he held on to. At the bottom of the pit he saw a dragon who was breathing fire, ready to swallow him. When he looked up, he noticed a trickle of honey dripping down from the tree. Surrounded by danger, the raging unicorn above, the fiery dragon below, the tree nearly severed and his feet hardly held by the slippery ground, he felt unable to match thought with this immensity and only concentrated on the sweetness of the honey.
Then he heard the unicorn warning: I am death, eager to abolish the race of man.
The pit answered: I am the world full of deadly snares.
The tree shouted: I am the course of every man’s life, that passes quickly, hour by hour, day by night.
The dragon roared: I am hell that will devour those who live for selfish pleasure rather than blessings and love.
The honey whispered: I am the delight of the world and thrive on deceit, so men will forget to think of their own salvation.
The man’s feet floundered on earth’s steep sides. Scuttling, he lifted to a different twilight dimension, where a dim light flattened the water’s rim, hopeless as the framed gloom of a sleepless night. The rocks around the shore were black as death, meaningless, and livid clouds, narrowing the light, hang level with him, weathered to a vision of gigantic hands, supernatural and waiting.