The purple man fades and expands, his nebula fills the ocean wide and everything folds, unfolds; breathes in and out. Allfather stands beside the gate.

Where the fish swim and water snakes, where rivers run and wash the mountains silt upon the shore, there one day the star man came descending from a ship that sails the ocean Sky.

The purple man was dreaming as before.

From far away where people live in light, from where there is no hunger, fear or pain, where none deceive because there is no gain, where power is within and all are free,

Wayland came.