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“Utrum per hebdomadem perveniam”

“And out from the crashing foam he stepped, the ancient keeper of the deep, who bows to no man's yoke.

By his own sovereign will, he moved through the sacred arts of changing form:

now he did manifest as heavy Earth, rooting deep like a tree of flourishing green;

now as rushing Water, slipping clear through the iron gates of the world;

now as blazing Fire, bright and untamed;

and now as the swift, invisible Air that breathes across the world.

Yet beneath every changing shape, his constant Spirit remained untouched and kingly,

a sacred light held fast within his own deep ocean-bed.”