brian

In some mysterious way he has come to a deep, deserted valley where no living thing can be found. In the distance, alone and abandoned, an organ is playing. He walks closer, he examines it; the organ is bleeding, blood flows from its side as it plays. Farther on, he comes to a market square. It is completely empty, no trees can be seen and no sounds can be heard, it's simply an empty square. But there are footprints in the sand, and the last words spoken there still seem to hover in the air, so it was abandoned recently. He's caught up in an eerie sensation: these words hovering in the air over the square frighten him, they close in on him, oppress him. He fends them off, but they come back- they are not words but old men, a group of old men dancing; he can see them now. Why are they dancing, and why are they not the least bit joyful when they dance? A cold wind blows from the company of old men; they don't see him, they're blind, and when he calls to them they don't hear him, they are dead, he wanders east, towards the sun...