Oh, look, here is a tiny, skinny faerie with huge, bare feet. He's flying after you, taking one of your feet into his long-fingered hands, and then another, and another, pulling them toward the Earth.

When you resist, he flits in front of your face and points downward. There you see The Laume resting in a garden of flowers, talking to Geeeeooo the Slooow. Geeeooo waves at you, and the Laume lifts a glass, offering it to you. In the meantime, Ffaff pulls at your feet, then darts down to dance upon the ground. The Laume offers him a bit of chocolate, and then lifts the plate toward you.

Are you perhaps burning your candle at too many ends?