Out on the ocean, weekdays became weeks and weeks turned into months. The Child lost her feeling for time. They were on the sea. The Cild was looking down into the deep. The Prophet was tending to Water Lily.
A face in the ocean astounded her; a woman was looking at her.
Who is she?
"There's a beautiful woman in the ocean."
"With dark eyes and a smiling face."
"Prophet, you need to come over here. I think she needs help."
"I don't think so."
"Don't you care, Prophet?"
"Care about what?"
"The Woman in the ocean."
"Is she crying?"
"No, I told you she's smiling."
"So why should I come?"
"Because she's lying in the ocean."
"Describe The Woman, Child."
"Well, she's got hair like mine, but it keeps changing, and her eyes shine like multicolored marbles."
"And her face is strong and proud as a lion, and she has a couple of wrinkles, but they make her even more beautiful, Prophet."
"Does she seem distressed?"
"No. Happy. She's still smiling. Why?
"Then we'll leave her."
"But what if she's in danger?"
"She'll face them, Child."
"Prophet, I demand you help this woman to board Lily Pad now!"
"Look at The Woman again, Child."
The Child examined The Woman's face and gasped aloud in astonishment.
"Prophet! That's me."