High, high mountains untouched by the caress of mortal eyes,
Covered by vibrations of untainted white,
Crowned by the tapestry of celestial presences,
Air still and silent,
Lost is the chaos of human civilisation,
Which lies many miles below this majestic mountain plateau.
A bright light moves unnoticed in the night sky,
Growing in size as it approaches the planet,
The sound of thunder rents quickly the mountain air,
And then a globe of silver hovers above the mountain peaks,
A shimmering, vibrating mist descends,
And touches the plateau ground.
Within that mist forms a brilliant shaft of light,
Which, on touching the plateau ground,
Bursts into crackling flames,
From within the flames a figure moves,
A figure unharmed by that flaming incandescence,
A being from another world walks the earth plane.
A being of piercing violet eyes,
Dressed in simple robes of luminating blue,
Enshrouded in bright yellow light,
A face devoid of human appearance,
A body of etheric mists,
That floats across the plateau...
Many more follow this first one,
All positive in their aspect,
All following the lead of the first,
For the first knows to where it is heading,
Across the frozen wastelands they venture,
Ahead of them a brilliant orb of light....
