From here on I ask for a lot of clerks, because this is where the part of the story begins where I don't really know whether to continue writing. I will of course clear everything up in the end so that it makes sense, but please, please write me how you think all of this. Thanks.





Falling into nowhere, hasn't he dreamed of it before? He falls into the depths that have no bottom. During its free fall, the pressure seems to lighten and disappear altogether. The oppressive fear diminishes the iron grip on his heart. He falls calmly and thoughtlessly. And at some point he closes his eyes. This time the darkness promises peace and quiet. He feels that he is coming up with something. The ground softly cushions his landing.

A red sun caresses his face. Fascinated, he checks the ground that caught his fall. Black water, but it lies on it like down. He sits cross-legged on the swirling liquid, looks around.But can see nothing but the black water and the red sun that warms him.

He walks in amazement across the black sea. Where has he ended up now? Every step triggers small, circular waves. He sighs. The red threads come back to him. Searching, he lets his gaze wander. Nothing.

Sometimes you experience things that the mind cannot grasp. And sometimes so much comes at once that you are no longer surprised about anything. If this dark world still frightened him, the door, confused out of nowhere and the black sea, in which one does not sink in amazement, then what is happening to him now overwhelms him completely. His mind has understood that mind and logic have recently ceased to play a role, but even so, it is so incredible that even recent events are fading.

At first there is just a bulge in the water. An irregularity in the smooth surface, but then something emerges from the liquid that causes it to stop.The young woman stands naked in front of him and looks at him curiously. His first thought, and he will never forget it, is - isn't she embarrassed at all? - And only then does he notice what a strange creature is standing in front of him. A Venus with golden skin, golden hair, shimmering lips and purple eyes. He swallows. Somehow she looks like the girl who brought him here, but only in a way.

She steps up to him, he takes a step back. Stumbles and involuntarily sits down on the floor. He stares at her with his mouth open. She smiles, stands over him and leans down to him.
“Where are you from?” Zorro swallows. Stares at her and feels like an idiot, but he can't say anything else. “You shouldn't get dressed.” Confused, she looks at him and then starts laughing. “If you think so.” What is happening now is clearly too much. She lifts her hand up and a red light appears on the palm of her hand.With the other hand she presses the light together. Zorro jerks back when she lets her hands snap apart and with one movement the light envelops her body. The shimmer becomes something tangible. A delicate fabric that hugs you as an artful dress. “Do you like it?” She sits down next to him, laughing.
Zorro watches her every move. "I don't have many visitors, and especially not from strangers. That's great!" Lively she jumps up again and grabs poor Zorro by the hands.

"Come with me, I have to show you something. Maybe you like it as much as I do." Zorro snatches his hand from her and stops. The strange woman turns around in amazement. She looks at the dark man with a questioning expression. He puts his hand on the hilt of the sword and hisses. "What's going on here? Where am I here and where are the red threads?" The woman looks down at him helplessly and examines the sword. And then she starts to laugh, bright and clear. Zorro drops his hand and looks at her."Please tell me where I am and who you are?" She falls silent, winks at him. "I am the Golden Dragon and you are here. Do you want me to show you something?" The swordsman nods, tired and weak.

She takes his hand, strokes his cheek. "You look tired and ..." Her eyes seem to be gazing into his soul. "And it's so terribly cold inside of you. We have to warm you. Otherwise you won't get very far." She turns around and raises her hands again. But this time the water begins to move. Panicked, Zorro looks around for a place where he can take cover. But there is nothing. Everything moves. A fountain of black water shoots up in front of him. The water stands still and begins to deform. Takes color and becomes a hut.

A thousand cascades rise from the dark waters around him into the red sky. Everything goes so fast, the water stands still and changes. Stop being on water and dress in colors, more intense than he has ever seen them.The ground below him changes. He was shocked to find that he was standing on soft leafy ground. The fallen leaves shine golden. He drives around, turns around and realizes that they are standing in a deciduous forest, with large trees, whose clothes shine in all the colors of autumn. The woman, what did she call herself? The golden dragon turns to face him. "You look pale. Were you scared?" She grips his hand, then puts her arm around his waist as he sways and leads him into the house. "Come on, it's nice and warm inside."

She covers him up. Powerlessly he whispers: "I can't stay, I have to go on." "Quiet now. Rest, take in strength and warmth. You need both urgently. Sleep and give your head some rest." She takes his hand and strokes gently about that. He feels transported back to his childhood. As a sick boy, he once lay in bed like that, with a loving hand that held his. Sighing, because the warmth is slowly penetrating his body, soul and heart, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.The Golden Dragon doesn't leave his side, doesn't let go of his hand.

He wakes up. Full of energy, he leaves the hut and looks around. The forest is brightly colored in the red glow of the sun. No trace of the golden dragon. In which direction should he go? An inner voice tells him that it doesn't matter which way he goes. In this world it wouldn't matter either way. Whistling, he marches along the narrower path without worrying about the whys and whys.

Not long after he left, he heard a rustle between the trees on his left. Alarmed, he stops, grasps the hilt of the sword. A figure steps on the path between the shadows of the trees. This time the young woman is wearing a very short dress, he would touch raindrops. And of course she is walking without shoes. She jumps towards him. His hand lets go of the grip. “The stranger! Did you sleep well?” She doesn't wait for an answer."Come on, come with me, I want to show you so many things." He patiently lets her take him in tow. After a few meters it stops. Patience is not their strong point. The path seems to be too long for her, so she wipes away the forest without further ado and creates a clearing in front of them. She wrinkles her nose. Another movement and the golden leaves on the ground turn into little golden flowers on a green meadow. Your scrutinizing look brightens. "Come over!"

In the middle of the clearing is a blanket with a picnic basket. She giggles. “I've never picnicked with anyone before.” Zorro collapses onto the ceiling. The young woman sits down next to him and looks him over. Something seems to be bothering her. With a pouting mouth she looks up at the sun and changes the red to a soft yellow. With sparkling eyes she looks at Zorro again and then nods with satisfaction. “It's very strange here.” “Isn't it like that with you?” Zorro laughs. "What?" "Well, I mean, isn't it like me?“He shakes his head.“ No, it's different. Completely different. "" Oh how is it there? I've never been anywhere else. "Confused, he looks at the Golden Dragon. He is silent, but she doesn't mind. Laughing, she serves him all kinds of dishes.
He takes the first bite with great caution, the second still hesitantly, but quickly forgot his concerns. It tastes delicious and the tickling that it leaves in his stomach makes him much more balanced and the sinister in him disappears.

He stretched out on the blanket, full and satisfied. The golden dragon flutters around on the flower meadow and plays with the colors of the flowers. Zorro is watching them. But a wrinkle divides his forehead, he straightens up. “I came here through a door to find the red threads.” The woman straightens up and looks over at him. He cannot say whether she is really listening to him or whether her thoughts are still hopping over the flower meadow. "Friends of mine are in danger.“She's listening.” Does something hurt you? "He nods. Her open face takes on a dismayed expression." That's terrible! "She comes over to him and sits next to him." I have to help them. “A nod.” I came here through a door looking for seven red threads. "Disappointed, he only left incomprehension on her face." Look, "he tries to explain to her like a child." My friends are not doing well because their threads have been stolen and I'm looking for the one who stole them. If you help me find him, then I can help them. But to do this I have to find the threads again. "She bites her lip. Zorro looks at her sideways and wonders what is going on in her pretty little head. She jumps up." I'll help you.

Playfully she takes a few steps backwards. A gust of wind from somewhere takes the raindrops of her dress with it. Zorro looks at the ceiling. “You don't have to.” He looks into her loving face.“Don't look away. Look here.” She spreads her arms. Raises your head to the sky. And again it deforms reality, if there is any reality in this world. The delicate body of the woman begins to change, reality gently bends into a new shape. He watched the spectacle in amazement until a large, golden dragon stands in the clearing. Majestic and beguilingly beautiful. Zorro climbs onto his back. The scales under his fingers are warm to the touch. With rustling wings they rise into the sky.