Looking at the glass sphere, he noticed that the snow inside had spread everywhere, but it didn't seem to settle. It was like real snow! [...]
Light was coming out of the windows of the little house and smoke was coming out of the chimney! And... standing in front of the house was a man, on whose shoulder sat a strange bird that looked like a hawk! [...]
"But..." whispered Hermes, and suddenly the tiny man, who seemed to hear him, looked up and met his gaze. The sphere almost fell from Hermes' hands then, because he thought he heard a voice too. He brought the sphere close to his ear and indeed...
"My little friend, can you hear me?" The man in the sphere repeated his words three times for the eleven-year-old Hermes to realize that he wasn't dreaming