Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough,...

Ofelia: Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone... forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.

Many, many years ago, in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted unable to bequeath its gift to anyone. Forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time. Come in. - How is she? - Very weak. She'll have as much rest as as she needs. I'll sleep down here. - And my son? - Pardon? Excuse us, Captain. My son, how is he? For the moment, there's no reason to be alarmed. Very good.