| Memories of a life on earth go flashing past, |
| Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he’s seen his last |
| Contemplating what his life’s been worth, |
| While trapped beneath the earth, |
| An embryo at birth |
| Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen, |
| Of caverns, where no other man has been |
| Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave, |
| My final blow I wave, |
| A life too late to save |
| Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears, |
| Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries |
| NARRATION |
| Narration 4 |
| Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. He fell down |
| a vertical shaft, his head hitting a sharp rock. Hhe lost |
| consciousness. On opening his eyes, he found himself with the |
| Professor and the guide, and, looking around him, he saw an ocean |
| stretching as faras the eye could see, a giant forest of |
| mushrooms, a line of huge cliffs, and strange clouds hung |
| overhead, as he lay on a deeply indented shore of golden sand |
| strewn with shells. For a moment, he thought he was back on the |
| surface of the earth, but soon realised that they had reached a |
| world within a world. |