Garden, Prologue

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We would like to tell you a story
Late one night, we were walking somewhere on the outskirts of the city
A strong wind blew us onto an unfamiliar path
As our eyes adjusted to the dim light, we realized that we were not alone
A crowd of other ordinary people seemed to be walking towards the woods
As if drawn by some mysterious gravity
Or as if they were participating in some secret procession
From the trees, voices beckoned to us
Komdu með, inn í skóg, eltu mig
Curiosity compelled us to investigate
As we strode beneath the cover of the trees, the darkness deepened
The sky, both overcast and moonless, offered no guidance
We followed the rustle of each other's footsteps and the whispers of the leaves
At last we arrived at a clearing

There was a great bonfire at its center, which was surrounded by people dancing and drinking
A ceremonial vessel was being passed between clasped hands and pursed lips
Participants shed clothing, inhibitions, artifacts of their personal constructs
Their bodies bent with the rhythm of the music and the undulations of the flames
As if possessed by sacred totems, unbound within this sacred space
The priestesses beckoned us closer
And we beheld the beauty of their ambulation
Not unlike the swirling descent of pedals into an endless pit

We stared into the flames and observed all kinds of things burning
Skyscrapers, rainforests, department stores, drilling rigs, combines with their harvests
Insects with their elaborate nests, caged birds, helicopters
The collective dreams and aspirations of mankind, both benevolent and cruel
Flickering and bent by fingers of orange and red
The wind carried the howls of distant wild dogs, and the procession responded in kind
An exorcism was taking place
The ensuing cacophony engulfed our senses
The blaze spread over the grass underbrush, yet they continued to dance through the flames

Suddenly, a fresh breeze and a gentle rain poured over the clearing
We felt as though we had been transported 6 feet underground
And we could hear nothing but the wriggling of worms and our very own hearts
As we resurfaced, we realized that the entire world had been transformed
Our environment was familiar yet incomprehensible, comforting yet inexplicably strange
We felt lighter
As the dancing resumed around the smoldering embers, a slow, droning song emerged
And our voices united into a single chorus

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