human
Here she is, here; we hear sounds of Life, and they began to touch the rock and to call and listen round about it, until they found an opening whence a spring gushed forth. Softly they called
gpt
Life,
human
My lord slumbers, do not wake him,
gpt
Dear Life, come out with us; your garden is bare, your mother is pale, and we have roamed so long in search of you. Oh, come forth once more.