I II III Thus the White One lived the great Majority of Her life deep within the labyrinthine spherical Cocoon in suprasensorial Meditation, the only one in Her species like unto Herself, until the day came, once every fifty four Years thirty three days, when she would give Birth to a female White One and die that very day, indeed that very Hour of giving Birth to the One who would become Her Successor as the White One, with this periodicity spanning the generations since time Immemorial . . . the White One would leave the labyrinthine spherical Cocoon ( hereafter referred to as Wultaterye ) to embark on a sacred Pilgrimage to the Grove of the Dead, which was about seventy eight leagues distant from Wultalterye where, hidden by a Maze of both naturally formed and octopus altered rock formations, the rocks and catacombs of which appeared as the marriage of limestone, crystal, and coral reef sprouting from the ocean Floor and appearing as starkly out of place in contrast with the barren seabed as the Great Mittens found within Monument Valley, amidst this petrified Eruption there grew in this sheltered Cavern ( within the thirteenth chamber at the center of the Maze ) the most iridescently complex and cosmically spectacular ballet of oceanic Flora ever assembled within the confines of a single Plant -- a vinelike, bromeliadesque, underwater Cactus of a Creation which pulsated thru the entire Spectrum of Colour morphing slowly into the various Hues with the grace and fluidity of Mexican honey with its appendages floating hypnotically and almost in mirror to the equanimous grace and beauty of the White One . . . . . . . . . |