There is nothing in the world more desirable than sleep, charms has he, he has peace, upon his lips there is neither sadness nor laughter, and in his bottomless eyes are many mysterious delights. He has wide, two wide wings, they are weightless, so weightless, like the midnight darkness. It is impossible to know, how he carries, where he goes and carried by what, he his wing doesn’t flap and his shoulder doesn’t move.