King: It's you, the boy from my dream. What a strange dream it was. My life's work was being destroyed and all I could do was watch.
Animal: Come, sit here by the fire.
King: It all began right there, in the house I grew up in. I heard a heavy knocking at the door, just like on the night I left. I opened the door but there was nothing there, just white space. But when I got outside, disaster. Some miscreant had painted everything. My garden was ruined! And then my statue spoke and said...
Statue: Help me! Some little hooligan is running around splatting everything in the garden. I think he's headed for the... Yuck. Some of it got in my mouth. Oh, dear.
King: I saw my unfinished labyrinth, abandoned and forgotten. And then the credits appeared.
Animal: Your dream have credits?
King: Oh, yes, and subtitles. And then I saw my beautiful city strangled by those disgusting vines. I built it to stand a hundred lifetimes, and instead, it'll be buried in one -- a monument for weeds.
The dining hall was full of people, like the old days. It smelled like roasted goose. For a moment, I was happy. Then suddenly, I was alone again. The world had become cold and dark.