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.

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“Long ago in the Underground Realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamt of the human world….”

- Pan’s Labyrinth (El Laberinto del Fauno) (2006).

I’ve never reblogged myself before, but holy crap the notes! That’s a first, I’ve never got to a thousand before never mind two, no idea what happened! But I’m chuffed since it’s my favourite film in the world.

“Long ago in the Underground Realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamt of the human world….”

- Pan’s Labyrinth (El Laberinto del Fauno) (2006).