human
The way is free! cries the flute player jubilantly and buries her twitching fingers into the flesh of her breasts.
gpt
What is there to hinder my flight?
human
Whither do you flee, mad woman?
gpt
Home--to freedom,
human
Where is your home?
gpt
In the desert, she cries.
human
Here I play for their dances; there I am queen. My name is Thea and it is resonant through storms. They chained me with golden chains; they lured me with golden speeches until I left my people and followed them to their prison that is corroded with lust.... Ah, if you knew with my knowledge, you would not sit here either.... But the slave of the moment knows not liberty.
gpt
I have known it,
human
And you are here?
gpt
Take me with you, Thea, I cry,
human
Can you still endure it.
gpt
I will endure the glory of freedom or die of it.
human
Then come.