Never before was he more aware of endlessness than at this moment. He has never felt more free. The world is very small below them. From this height, the colors of the autumn forest have blended together brilliantly. He's not worried that they won't find the threads. How could one have worries up here? Amazed like a child, he glides with the kite through a yellow sky.

A jerk interrupts the gliding flight. The dragon puts its wings differently in the air and they begin to sink. Zorro leans forward and holds on to his neck. They glide along very close to the treetops. Despite the calmer flight again, Zorro does not take his hands off the neck of the luminous creature. Put his head on the scales and close his eyes. Listen to the roar of the mighty wings and the sound of the beating dragon heart. He smiles.

Another jolt and Zorro starts up. The kite is about to land. A mountain lies ahead of them. At the foot of the mountain, the kite lands surprisingly gently.The creature bends down with a snort to make it easier for Zorro to dismount. He stands in front of the dragon with a transfigured expression on his face. Touch his nostrils, they feel hard and stony. Strokes along his cheeks, which are provided with small, shimmering scales that are amazingly soft to the touch. The dragon exhales and Zorro's short hair swirls around. He turns around laughing. He feels how the dragon becomes a woman again behind him. His heart is beating. She grabs his hand. Turns him around, beaming at him. “How did you like it?” He shakes his head. The smile falls from her face, disappointed. He can't look at her, just stares at the floor. "I can't put it into words, I'm a warrior not a poet. But even the best poet couldn't paraphrase it." She steps in front of his face and says. “Come on, the threads are over there.” He follows the Golden Dragon, who has apparently caught a ray of sunshine.Mostly he holds the strings in his hand. The woman at his side can no longer stand still next to him and scurries away to look for something that can grow, disappear, deform or create anew. Is it the threads that he saw? There are seven. He follows the threads with his gaze. They're walking down the mountain. He turns around, but the young woman has disappeared. "Dragon" No answer. “Golden Dragon.” Nothing.

With drooping shoulders, he follows the threads again. How long has he been hiking at the foot of the mountain? Twilight can be seen in the sky, without sunset, just weaker light. Zorro stops abruptly. The threads disappear into the undergrowth on a rock wall. Zorro pulls Kuina's sword, a sigh from somewhere, reaches him, caresses him like a breath of wind and levels off. Zorro shakes his head. His imagination played a trick on him. With a few blows, the bushes are gone. Laughing in despair, Zorro sinks to his knees and pulls the strings.More complaining than laughing, he throws the strings on the floor. "Luffy, there you look! Ha, a whole mountain stands on you." He puts his hands over his face and laughs hysterically. "This world is still driving me crazy!"

“Are you still chasing the red threads?” Zorro turns his head slightly backwards. “Come on, I made a fire.” She points back. She wears a simple black dress. "Come with me and sit down with me."
He quietly follows her into the forest, this time into a much smaller clearing.
Zorro sits down across from her. She looks at him across the fire. “Do you want me to show you something?” He nods. She holds out her hand, looks at Zorro with a mysterious smile and reaches into the fire. Zorro winces, wondering if he should jump over to her and pull her hand out of the fire, but her fingers move slowly back and forth in the flame and her face is relaxed. Finally she pulls her hand out of the fire, Zorro breathes a sigh of relief, only to catch her breath again immediately afterwards.A small flame flickers on her outstretched hand. She took it out of the fire.

The flame flares up and becomes a rose. The purple eyes fixate on him. A quick jerk of her hand and the rose loses its shape, only to slip from her hand in the next moment and turn its circles around the swordsman. Fascinated and curious, Zorro stretches out his hand and the little flame lands on it. With a smile, he watches as the flame deforms into a swordsman doing his exercises on the palm of his hand. “Your mind is strong.” Their eyes meet. “What is this here?” The Golden Dragon closes its eyes. “It's feeling, it's life, it's everything.” He clenches his hand into a fist, the little flame flees back into the fire, frightened. “Why don't I get an answer with which I can do something.” The woman across from him raises her hand soothingly. "It's not because of the answers, it's because you don't understand them."Zorro sighs." I have to go on. My friends need me. I have to save them and get back to them. "Before he can get up, the golden dragon has risen. A hand movement and the forest blurs, bends and its colors fall black to the ground. The mountain in front of them melts and becomes black water. The clearing is an island in the black sea become.
The fire retreats into the ground. "I'll carry you to the place where the strings run. Not where you can run after them, but where they end in my world. Beyond that you will find the one who hurts your friends." grown up, their thoughts really on the matter. Not like a butterfly. “But for that you have to do something for me.” “What?” She lowers her head and looks at him, embarrassed. “I've never danced before. Do you dance with me?” He really didn't expect that. This woman is almost omnipotent in this place and she asks him to dance with her.He gets up laughing. “May I ask, madam.” Her strange eyes light up.
“Just a moment.” She begins to spin around and slide over to him. As the ground begins to move with her. The subsoil disappears and gives way to the black water. She pauses very close to him. Their faces are very close. Zorro is dizzy. And that's not because of the circles she made before him. “You're strange.” “Me!” Zorro shakes his head in amusement. “I'm weird?” She nods. “But I still like you.” She walks back slowly, keeping her eyes on him. Her dress turns into water and falls down with a splash. She stands naked in front of him. Her golden skin shines in the subdued sunshine. His eyes slide over this beautiful creature. She raises her hand and the sun disappears, for a heartbeat everything is dark on the black sea. Then the moon rises, shining silver. She catches a beam and wraps it around her body.“How do you like my dress?” It takes a little while for Zorro to find his language again. "Unbelievable ..." He falls silent. The long dress shines silver. The fabric hugs you gently and then falls to the ground like a waterfall. It doesn't cover her delicate neck and he doesn't want to constrict her arms either, the fabric of moonlight.

She closes her eyes. He watches her concentrated face intently. Water lily leaves with buds emerge from the water and unfold their flowers. Those indescribable eyes look at him again. And suddenly the moon shatters softly above them into a thousand lights. Each of them sits in a water lily flower that begins to glow gently. “That's a dream, isn't it?” She walks up to him. "Of course. And we dream it together. Shall we dance?" "We have no music ..." Laughing, she pulls him into her arms, turns with him over the dark waves. The water lily lights move up and down.Music comes softly to his ear. His strong arms take the lead. Like a frenzy, they swirl over the black water. And Zorro sinks into the overwhelming power of this world.

Closely embraced, they slowly turn in a circle. His cheek caresses her golden hair. “What do we do when we wake up again?” She is silent. He closes his eyes.

She looks at him. “Ask me.” He sighs. “What should I ask?” Her feet dangle in the black water. At some point they were too exhausted to dance any more. Now they are resting on a small island, under willow trees on a small jetty that leads into the dark water. The golden dragon playfully gives a shining rose a nudge. The flower sways back and forth and the little light in its calyx leaps and falls into the water. She wrinkles her lips. “Who are you?” She looks at the man at her side, blinking. He smiles. She is like a butterfly, her mind fluttering from one flower to the next.After she asked him to ask something, she forgot to ask. He doesn't wait for an answer. She would only have asked more questions anyway, instead he gently kisses her shimmering lips. He withdraws again. Smiling, she sighs and falls back. Look into the dark nothing above them. "I am what I am, because what I once was, I am no longer. I am this place and I am this place. I forgot who I once was a long time ago. And I think it's good so. I think if I would know who I am, I would be lost. "She looks at him. “I don't want to get lost. Do you understand that?” Zorro also lets himself fall back. Look out over them and take their hand. "No, but I think I can feel what you mean. Do you understand?" She laughs, jumps up and pulls him up by the hands. “Yes!” She kisses him.