lost in translation

I woke up very early this morning remembering the strangest dream. I found a little object you could hold in the palm of your hand, which looked like an ear horn or a tiny gramaphone bell made out of something like moss or seaweed. If you pressed it, it asked if you were a poet or a warrior, and then translated things for you accordingly. I don't know what it translated them into, but it was strange and lovely all the same.


A bit less strange, but just as lovely:

(..a conch shell ear trumpet)