Older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once very year they forced him, sobbing & protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
(Éste pequeño cuento se encuentra en el libro Smoke and Mirrors, es una genialidad como casi todo lo que escribe el Maestro Gaiman, si pueden leerlo, leanlo sin culpas ni contemplaciones; desafortunadamente esta solo en inglés, afortunadamente esta en ingles, el uso de la lengua en su caso es excelso)