I looked at every new face appearing from the darkness. Each of them had an expression of ecstasy as well as hunger on their faces, or rather the same looking expression spread over all the inhabitants of this village.(enter ode)
- Rejoice for behold, joy has come upon you! - he shouts
- All creation craves this cup! - as if in response, the old man raises his head, which, smeared with grease, barely resembles a human form.
- By nature sent!
- Even to the vermin (us) given!
- Each in the glory of Charub sees all one Unifier.
- Ah Helios, do not close the gates of heaven, wait for your earthly representative!
And then all:
- Embraced millions, shall see the world! The hundred will stretch out their hands, and the great-father will give his decree! Are you already lost millions? Do you see the Creator? Seek then, beyond the firmament of the forgotten canvas.
I hear their voices but their faces remain impenetrable, and when they creep like the vermin in question, why do they speak of the heavens and the gods? What reason do they have for this? Do they see something that has not been revealed to me? Could it be that this ooze has freed them from their long sleep?
They all had the same twisted expression as Xera just before... And that was when they began to pass into that world. Hands dropped from their backgrounds, eyes sunken, no longer seeing anything. One by one, all surrounding me(god) in a circle, as if following an invisible ideal, they knelt, in defiance of themselves and nature through the disintegration of their bodies.
Zhunim, Navah, Ceolia... All of them, whom I recognized and did not recognize, as one, plunged into an ever more overwhelming ooze. I had the impression that everything was being swallowed up, not just the inhabitants, but the previously green forests had become clouds of impenetrable black vapour covering the sky, as if sucking out any visible light.