After many years of dreaming strange and pleasant vissions, you wake up from the cocoon of vines and leaves where the queen trapped you. You do not remember what happen, indeed, you do not remember anything, you think you have been born at that moment from the fecund womb of Earth. The only thing you want is to dance and to sing, because you are a happy forestal nymph. The forest looks like a whole palace. The Nymph Queen looks at you, smiling. You do not understand, and she makes a spell to make a flower to be born from the soil. You are continuingly venerated, but...