The path led up and on and out;
she knew not where or how or why.
She only knew that she must
undertake this journey into sun
and starlit skies. Up and up, this
path at last became the essence
of the meaning of all journeying.

Each step she took became another
feeling of renewal. Each action, every
berry that she ate, extended all the
love she'd ever known as true.
Narada - what was this, a name...?
It flowed into her consciousness,
even as she lost her faith in all that
she'd been taught about reality.

Base and root of living being (how
was it that she knew this name to
be the source of love's deliverance?).
"Come!" her spirit cried; just as
she passed out from a lack of
nourishment. And so it came to be
reality - a misty dream of heated,
sunlit majesty, when next she woke
into a world of utter mystery.

His eyes, those eyes - what
wonders they contained...

? Michaelette ?

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