Awakened from his life-sentence sleep,
Like dismissed from the divine questioning,
Out of breath Seth was, and his skin pale,
Frightened and thrilled, his face would tell.
On the walls, his faded looks started to crawl,
Checking everything like he couldn't recall,
And rubbed his face with a trembling hand.
Down by his beard, he let the sorrows hang.
Soon he turned inside towards his heart,
The dream he just had found a voice in his mind:
"What you have just seen is more than a dream,
The line between illusion and reality, it’d seem…
Twenty-three years, the same dream every night,
What is this mystery, have you ever wondered not?
The secrets in my words if you wish to solve,
Requires this lucid dream, one final rehearsal…”