The pole that connects worlds disappears into the mist The time of trial is coming to an end Soon the drama will inevitably be completed What has long crackled in the foundations will collapse You will not save anything You will not save things that have treachery for a father Rubbing in despair the scarred foundations you waste time The burning bush is a watering hole of fatamorgane Illusions are not worth caring about You will not see them in living form Thoughts as always lead us astray