but what is forgotten all this is the pearls, those luminous things, glowing in the dark under the tangles of sky. the webbed tangles of spyglass. and the verdant glowing mushrooms, the verdure orbs and misty hopeless sighs through the breeze, and yes, that silent symphony did grate against broken ears, the ear rings, the many pearls, too many pearls in this hidden trove, what time of day is it no one can tell, where am I???