“You awakened and transformed our mundane, human words. Then did my throat fill with new power and give new meaning to “you” which now meant “sovereign.” All was transformed, even such simple things as basin, pitcher — when, like a sentinel, layered, solid water lay between us. We were drawn on and on where cities built by magic parted before us like mirages. Mint carpeted our way, birds escorted us and fish swam upstream while the sky spread out before us as Fate followed in our wake like a madman brandishing a razor.
Tarkovksy, The Mirror