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sorrow over their long-sleeping
son.
    “ But the princess raised
her head from the shoulder of the prince, and being a spiritual
creature, she immediately saw what had happened with his kingdom.
She embraced him, and so three more years passed.
    “ Then she told him, ‘My
prince, we shouldn’t hug any more. The years pass in timelessness
for us, but there beyond the dream, your kingdom is in deep agony.
Wake up and help your kingdom, because I saw how much it suffers
without your protection and care.’
    “‘ But I love you,’ the
prince cried in the dream. ‘I don’t want to be where you are not.
You are here now—that’s why I want to keep on sleeping.’
    “‘ Don’t be unwise, my
prince. I love you, too, very much. But if we go on like this, soon
there will be nothing left of you but a soul. And you must fulfil
your destiny. Please, feel compassion for your people and forgive
me for keeping you in thrall to myself for so many years. You are a
man now, and when you wake up, you will be a king.’
    “‘ I can’t live without
you,’ the prince whispered. ‘Please don’t leave me.’
    “‘ You don’t need me to be
happy, but I’ll tell you this. Whenever you stretch your hand
toward the trunk of a fir tree, when you feel its pulse and let it
flow through your veins, then you must know—that is me whispering
to you. And then you will realize that I can smile at you even
through the pale glistening of the foam of the youngest river. I
will smile at you even from here, from your pure heart. And when
you feel it getting warm as a stone in the embers, then you should
know that I have put my hand on your chest.’
    “ The prince started crying
from happiness. When he woke up, he brought prosperity and peace to
his people, and strength to his country. But his aides noticed an
odd behavior in him. The prince often liked to stay alone in the
wild forest where, they thought, he was looking for a long-lost
elf-woman among the trees. They heard him talk to the fir trees,
and sometimes they could even distinguish the quiet, gentle voice
of a woman, carried on the backs of the horses of the wind. That
voice was talking to him. At such moments the prince smiled so
sincerely that it looked as if an invisible nymph with clothes
crocheted from the morning light stood before him and kissed him on
the lips.”
    I saw Rosa’s lips part and she gave me
her last smile, saying “Thank you.”
    “ Continue talking, my dear
little mouse,” the writer told me, his eyes shining with dampness.
“You are a great storyteller. Some day you may save the
world.”
    I felt happy. Did he really believe
that I could be like him? That I could give joy to the world? He
nodded, feeling the stream of my thoughts.
    “ You can do a lot more
than that.”
    Rosa sighed. This breath
bestowed a kind of dizziness upon me, intoxicating me with love. I
tried to close my eyes, but I don’t know why I gazed at the
ceiling. I felt that presence again and suddenly started crying, but so gently
and softly that my tears turned into a pink mist. I looked around;
I hadn’t realized the mist had spread across the room, and was now
gently covering Rosa from her feet to her beautiful chestnut hair.
Paul was smiling with benevolence, and I knew that he had met it
before. Maybe it had once embraced his wife, I thought. The writer
nodded at me.
    “ Rosa is becoming one with
eternity.”
    I blinked at him in
astonishment.
    “ But how?” I protested.
“We can’t just let her leave and do nothing!”
    “ There’s nothing we could
do. There are moments in which we are nothing but mere observers in
the lives of our beloveds. We have no right to choose for them. We
can only be thankful for them, once we have hugged them and set
them free. But where Rosa’s going now, thousands of flowers will be
singing for her.”
    “ Will there be
sunflowers?”
    “ If she wishes it, there
will be.”
    I sighed, as I was struggling with the
idea of freeing Rosa. I