fear

00:13:16 : Many, many years ago
00:13:19 : in a sad, faraway land,
00:13:22 : there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone.
00:13:26 : At sunset
00:13:28 : on top of that mountain,
00:13:31 : a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal.
00:13:36 : But no one dared go near it
00:13:40 : because its thorns were full of poison.
00:13:52 : Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death,
00:13:57 : and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life.
00:14:05 : And every day, the rose wilted unable to bequeath its gift to anyone.
00:14:15 : forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain,
00:14:20 : forever alone, until the end of time.
-taken from Pan's Labyrinth-