Queen: It is dim indeed, grey and dream-like.
Zoon: It is the Earth we knew.
Queen: It is all dream-like.
Zoon: It is gone; we can dimly see it.
Queen: Was it a dream?
Zoon: Perhaps. It is gone now and does not matter.
Queen: Poor Earth. I hope it was real.
Zoon (seizing her hand): Oh, Zoomzoomarma, say not you hope that Earth was real. It is gone now. See; it is so far away. Sigh not for Earth, oh lady, sigh not for Earth.
Queen: Why not, King of Aether Mountain?
Zoon: Because when you sigh for tiny things I tremble for your love. See how faint and small it is and how far away.