Salvador Dali Bacchanale

Salvador Dali BacchanaleSalvador Dali AscensionPhilip Craig Boboli Gardens - Florence
brief pain in her eyes. It paused.
"Ah, that hurt you, Did it not? You don't like to see another one suffer, yes? Not this one, it seems."
It turned and beckoned, and two of the tall Things lurched over to it and gripped it firmly by the arms.Don't let them get it!" He grimaced as the claw tightened on his arm.
"Is this a trick?" said Esk. "Who are you really?"
"Don't you recognise me?" he said wretchedly. "What are you doing in my dream?"
"If this is a dream then I'd like to wake up, please," said Esk.
"Listen. You must run away now, do you understand? Don't stand there with your mouth open."
GIVE IT To us, said a cold voice inside Esk's head.
Esk looked down at the glass pyramid with its unconcerned little world and stared up at Simon, her mouth an O of puzzlement.
"But what is it?"
"Look hard at it!"
Its eyes changed. The darkness faded, and then Simon's own eyes looked out of his face. He stared up at the Things on either side of him and struggled briefly, but one had several pairs of tentacles wrapped around his wrist and the other was holding his arm in the world's largest lobster claw.
Then he saw Esk, and his eyes fell to the little glass pyramid.