They stroll arm in arm across a picturesque meadow of flowers. The sun is shining yellow down on them. She is surrounded by a sea of ​​red and pink flowers. You follow a stone table path that leads to a small hill. “Why not more red?” She giggles. “What?” “When I got here, the sun was shining red, why not now?” She looks at her bare feet, embarrassed. “Your hair, it looks awful in the red light!” Laughing, Zorro grabs the young woman and throws her over her shoulder. She jokes on his back. “What are you allowing yourself?” They both fall into the fragrant flowers.
Suddenly she becomes serious again, pulls him back on his feet. Only when they are back on the way does she stop pushing him.
“Where are you taking me?” She hugs him. Something seems to be bothering her. "Not now. Later when we're up the hill." He follows her gaze. “All right, but wait a moment.” She looks up at him questioningly. "I know all of this can't be true.I'm foolish ... "Tenderly he pulls her to him. She hugs his embrace." Your eyes, they are so open and honest. And I read the farewell in them. But ... "He kisses her golden head." I don't want to go. I want to stay here. I have never been so happy in my life, my heart has never been so light. "She looks at him with sparkling eyes, only to look up at him sadly at the same moment." You know that you cannot do that. You don't belong in this world. "They kiss, hug and enjoy this sweet moment, even if they have to keep going.

At the top of the hill, Zorro can see the door. She stands in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. Dark and threatening. "I have no control over these doors. They are there when you want them. I can only lock them." She raises her hand and makes an appropriate movement. And suddenly Zorro is cold again. "But I'll open it for you. The threads run in there."No, he doesn't want to go back to the cold and loneliness yet. He pulls her close again, breathes her scent, which he cannot describe, feels her warmth and kisses the shiny lips that have never been kissed by anyone , besides him. "We'll never see each other again, will we? “Your innocent smile burns into his heart.” Nobody can show us the ways that we will go. "" I haven't even told you my name. “She puts a finger to his mouth.” And neither will you. Go now. This path leads you in there. "As she requested, he turns around with the door in his sights. A hand reaches out for him, the Golden Dragon turns him around again and kisses him passionately, innocently and frighteningly. Zorro pushes her away and wipes the tear gone that innocently glides over her cheek. He looks at her again. She smiles wistfully. Greed is gone, she is again the golden dragon sublime and unworldly.Zorro bows to her. “I will never be forgotten. Never.” She puts her hand on his head. "Go. I don't want to bind your heart and I won't bind my heart either. It would only result in sorrow." Humming, she turns away, she has a new idea, her thoughts are already flying from one flower to the next. Smiling, he looks after her and then turns away. He walks towards the door full of strength that can only come from his kite.
With his hand on the hilt of the sword, he opens the door and enters the room behind it.

He expected everything. What did he expect? A monster that has the threads voraciously in its mouth? But that's really strange. He's standing in a hut with his mouth open. What should he think of it now. You can see the dark expanse through the walls. The walls, even the floor on which it stands, is translucent. “We have visitors.” The little one stands firm and real in the otherwise ghostly environment.She winks at him with her black eye. “I told you we will see each other again.” A figure sits on a chair, at least Zorro believes that and holds the strings of the friends in his hand. The fingers that touch a thread are drawn more clearly. It skillfully braids the threads into a braid. With blurred movements, it lifts its head and looks at Zorro, who still cannot move. “Don't worry. Soon you will understand.” The little one stands in front of him. He goes down on his knees. Shakes his head. "What ...?" The little one puts a hand on his cheek. "You shouldn't let every complete stranger get so close to you. I'm in control, my dear. Only me. But it still applies. Trust the hope in your heart." With eyes wide with terror, he watches as the strings of his friends are torn become. With a jerk they spring back and are gone. The fingers tie the braid together in a wreath. The little one turns around and goes to the shadow, who puts the wreath on her like a crown.Then the shadow dissolves. The little one sighs. "Your time will soon be up. Then you will be gone again." She turns around again. "You will never forget all of this, believe me. No matter how much strength she gave you. You will not forget. Don't worry about your friends. They are saved. Well done." Zorro blinks. Somehow everything starts to blur in front of him. Panic rises in him, he tries to catch the smiling child's face, wants to claw the little one, but he falls unsteadily into the darkness.