The stars whirled madly in space; beneath me oceans and seas faded into the pallid and indistinguishable distance, and as I journeyed I was ever enwrapped in that twilight bespeaking a dead world.

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After a few minutes I suddenly found myself encompassed by the darkness of the noble trees in the valley of Fataua.
There in the valley my dream continued, for I ceased to believe in it,--the utter impossibility of really being there impressed itself upon my mind,--for very often I had been duped by such illusions which always vanished when I awoke.