©1995 Pan Productions
Darkness.
Lights flashing blue and white, then only white. Bright. A feeling of flying,
falling forward.
People running, laughing, spinning. I am running, drunk on new wine, down the
hill, past the vineyard and an errant pig and a couple of naked children.
The bonfires that dot the hillside streak and blur, lighting
the flesh of the people scrambling away from me. They called me here, after
all, with the flesh of the she-goat and the wine they spilled into the earth.
And now they run in fear of me. Fools. Where is She? Where is the one who was
promised?
Dizzying dislocation. Images dancing, popping in and out of focus. The smell of
charred meat. A seemingly endless table full of food fruit, game, cheese.
"Faunus!" they're chanting, over and over. "Faunus! Faunus!" Bare flesh
writhing, the women's hands reaching out for me
Another blinding acceleration and I'm somewhere else...home? The rolling
mountains feel familiar. Beautiful, sunny hillside and others, goat children
playing and laughing. My children? The nymphs, sitting in the shade of a giant
tree. I'm sitting on a rock with something in my hands...pipes. I put them to
my lips and begin playing. The notes rise up sweetly to the sky. Butterflies
float by.
The children run to me, entranced by the melody.
Again, the flash of light and speed.
I'm running again, but this time
they're coming after me, torches in hand. I
run past the temple, which lies in ruins. They smashed it with their hammers
and picks, my temple, and the great sculpture lies in pieces, nothing left but
fragmentsa horn, a cloven foot, a leering mouth. They've placed their symbol,
two pieces of rough-hewn wood in the form of a cross, atop the rubble. As I
flee further into the hills I see firelight coming from the grove and begin to
howl with rage.
They've killed them all, my people, my wives, my children. Tied them to the trees of my grove, hanged them, and set the woods afire. They
even killed the littlest one
bashed his head in with a stone from the temple.
He lies in a patch of bloody grass, little eyes open and unseeing, his furry
legs broken.
My scream fills the sky, drowning out the sounds of the approaching mob. "You
will pay with your blood for this! I will have vengeance if it takes me all
eternity!"
Darkness again. Chloe. Lights. Hospital?
A long, dreamless sleep.
Sleep.
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