Subtle Dreaming

Today I saw you jump in the river in your dress of black tulle. I yelled, then a firefly said to me, “She wants to find the boneyard of the swans.”
“Underwater?” I asked.
The firefly sighed, then spoke with the stilted delicacy specifically reserved for those of unsound mind: “Your curiosity evanesces when you allow your mind to travel the well-trodden path. I have seen beasts that swallowed stars in the days of old, and today I hear derision over the existence of Dziwozona. So be the man who roams the briars and the hills, lantern in hand, seeking revenants for their wisdom.”