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 ever 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.
