There were diamond mountains high on the horizon, waving banners of light. We ran toward them, howling for joy.
We ran and we ran, and every time it seemed that we were there, we never were. We were still on the dusty, fruitless plain, and there was flatness all around, with no part higher than another. And the distant diamond mountains.
We could feel the breath of the beast of hope, hot on our shoulders. We looked behind us, and nothing was there. More precisely, everything behind us was gone. But ahead of us were still the diamond mountains. We ran toward them, howling for joy. We ran until everything was gone but the dream of the diamond mountains, and the flatness of the plain - though the plain itself was gone as well.