When Praboh saw His reflection upon the surface of the ocean, His heart did become pierced with despair. For now He was followed by His silent reflection, wherever He went, and His loneliness thus seemed ever more terrible!

Praboh complained before His reflection, swaying the surface of the ocean with His breath – the eternal companion of His words! – swaying thus as like a mother wouldst swing her crying child.

Having confessed He all worries and hopes, Praboh, distressed, fell into a fitful slumber at last. Upon awaking, He did see, next to His reflection, the silhouette of another being. Try as He might, He couldst not see through the impenetrable surface of the water that normally wouldst be so bright and as clear as crystal.

Praboh ceased to be the only and complete as the matter of the Skies divided. This new element was equal to Him but totally different, and thus, mysterious. And then, Praboh drew closer to the surface of the water.