As the three alf-girls threw their miraculous balls at each other full of playful graciousness, three great heavenly bridges stretched over these free tools of cosmic power towards their pure well of life and from there to the on-moving mountains of time.

The rainbow that emanated from the silver-ball was wrapped into a silvery-white mist of fine lustre which, soft as a breeze, nestled against its inner play of colours.
The arch of light that came from the golden ball carried a red-golden cloak, which gave an aurora to the bright and colourful display of the little lamps that moved about within the light-bow.
And the rainbow-bridge that emanated from the star-ball was clothed in a purple garment of stars.
Gracefully it swung towards the wandering crystal-rocks.

But from the three festively decorated mountains of the tides the three flows of lights rose again and swung upwards to their companions, the stars, and inspired them to discharge ever new streams of gold, silver and precious stones - those brilliant messengers of happiness, joy, and harmony of life.

Yet also to all the souls of the unborn, who peopled the enraptured nature as dew-droplets, very fine avenues of bliss, scintillating in many colours, stretched out, and heralded to them the holy doings of the three beautiful wishing-virgins at that wonder-well, which every human being always carries within himself, hidden deep within his heart.

Sol beckoned his sister to go on; so Mani rose as if from eternal spans of time, and in the light of the moon they cheerfully went through the magnificent park further up the mountain.