Through the Hag Stone

 Flying, here, is akin to falling.

For without ground, there is infinite sky.
Let us go! We will slip down further,
As shadows, as echoes, like voices in an empty house...
Open the old, rusted gate: Nothing can be seen beyond.

"I am dead. I never was."
—I said that in a dream once, or, in a dream, once, that was said.

We'll drift down through rocks and bones.
Let us go.
In this dream: We are dead!
We'll drift down to Mimir's head.
He was a god or a giant, or something unnamed.

"Do you hear us, Mimir? Do you remember all? What might we see without our eyes?"