“Yesterday night, I just had the most wonderful dream. I was there, at a gazebo on a cliff, writing poetry and drinking tea, when I saw griffons: there were hundreds of them, zipping and flying in loops over the valley before me.
 
There was a stack of honey cakes, topped with a piece of fish, on a silver tray to my side. I took the tray and placed it on the rail, calling for one or two of these majestic creatures to come over and eat the cakes … “
 
“If only I remained there, rather than to be back into this wasteland … Oh, there’s one griffon flying next to me. I think I should find some lizards to kill, so that I could feed it and ride on it, and escape … “