Two Eyes Cenote one minute of everything at once

When Dwin had been little, she had really liked that wolf-equivalent story of Peter Pan about wolf-pups, stolen by fairies and never growing up. Adult life then had seemed so god-awfully boring compared to the daily adventures she had in her own trench labyrinth right next to the rendezvou's site. Besides she had observed that adults did not know, how to play properly. With the same awe and gusto kids did. They tried, but you knew that they pretended. Thus - she had on multiple occasions declared that she will never want to grow up. 

Now, looking at this grown-up man, who was a mix of a tall-dark-mysterious stranger and malevolent beast, she realized, that he was an adult, who had never mentally grown up. Rather than facing reality and challenging myths and falsehoods with critical eye and thinking, he was interpreting fruits of his overactive imagination as messages of gods. Worse - he even thought that there were two souls inhabiting his mortal shell - his and that of his god's. While was a very unique specimen and Dwin felt glad that she had met him, she also knew that she would be even happier to see him off on his way. Soon. His twisted imagination repulsed her. 

But not yet, because in is delirious speech he had mentioned some really interesting ideas. Such as... "So, how do you steal a god? You lure it in," by dancing naked in the moonlight "And how do you welcome a god inside your body? Isn't it difficult? Because I sometimes feel that even my active mind is too big for my skin."