We are on Mt. Olympus, high above the clouds, in perfect weather about perfect scenery.
Imperator, the spitting image of a marble statue of a youthful Greek god, speaks out from atop a pile of rocks, to his audience:
We exist in an alternate dimension; a suspension of the most ideal times of your lives!
Imperator, continuing:
Here, you will never be able to escape perfect, youthful love; or moments of catharsis and self-enlightenment!
Prisoner, nude, in a bathtub, which is full of kittens instead of water, and the kittens are caressing him:
Woe is entrapment! Tell us, great Imperator, how we may escape this unearthly prison?
Imperator, baffled at the prisoner's agony:
There IS no escape! Time has brought you to this place, but now it has frozen.
Prisonette, who is on a bench-swing, wearing a Grass Crown, embracing the great love of her youth, and being fanned with great leaves by slaves of some indigenous region:
But what about all of the wonders of life that have not yet occurred?
Prisoner, onto whose head a kitten has fallen asleep:
Yes, what about the beauty we've not yet experienced in life?
Imperator:
You mean to say that, despite the perfection achieved here, you would lose it for a dismal life of nostalgia and bittersweet relations?
Prisoner and Prisonette:
Yes!
Imperator, proclaiming prophetically, while summoning a tornado, which dissolves the frame into the next, which depicts a true reality:
Then so be it! Return to your own time!
Prisonette, in her own time, in her loft, still wearing her grass crown, and drinking brandy from a heavy, crystal glass:
I miss the slave affairs.
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