Father's story went like this:
I had gone to sleep with the others, but I woke up to find myself on a strange beach. I can felt that I was sitting on a beach. I scooped up some of the sand and feel that it really tiny sapphires that made noises like laughter when I rubbed some of them between my palms. Behind me rose steep-sided mountains of amber, on which had been carved words of great power to try to bind the creatures who lived within. The giant animals moved about inside the mountains silently, with a weak sound of crashing with walls . The sea itself was still and calm. There was not the slightest surge of surf, and no wind stirred its surface. It was a strange, deep, and sometimes there were waves, the sound of wave was pleasing, pleasing to be heard, pleasing to be seen, perhaps I could see the waves in my next life.
Then I walked around the beach slowly to avoid stepping on sharp stones, drawn up in ranks, regiment after regiment of strange, silent, scaled soldiers, I knew they were soldiers when I heard the sound of matching, but I paid little attention to them. They went to the same the direction, for there, lying in the middle of the beach, was an great ant,perhaps it was as big as a lion,I knew it because I touched it after my feet kicked it accidentally.
His great head lay pillowed against a sand dune and a dozen or more soldiers waved their wicker shields with big noise, trying to fan cool air upon him. His head was round and shaped like a ball, with the great eyes half-opened as he tried to look around. His palpi were like those of a cockroach, but they were shorter. There were streamers of the black flesh of some luckless opponent still clinging to some of the points, though other soldiers were trying to clean them off. His body was as big and powerful as that of a lion, but he had eight legs. The pad of each foot though, was leather hard. Because this ant had a metal body, I knew him for the Imperial Ant, for only royal family have a metal body. All the other ants are born with black body. In the middle of his forehead was a great diamond that I can feel its sharpness, which gleamed like the moon on a cold, crisp autumn night; but its luster was fading. His vast chest heaved up and down and his legs were folded into his sides. His face were still flecked with blood and his own sweat, it was too wet to be touched. He was also growing bald for an ant: He was so old that the scales at the top of his head had began to flake off and expose the soft, white skin beneath.
