"...A light rushed into the sky, a tower of light, at the base of which stood a girl. Or rather, she should have stood, since the light was so strong that it completely dissolved her silhouette. For a moment there was nothing but light. Then he took shape. And this form was Anakir. She rose like a tower. Her flesh was a white mountain, a snake’s tail was a fiery river in the flood - and there, in the heights, Her snake’s hair splashed. like lightning and generating lightning. Her inhuman face was barely visible - so high and far away that it seemed unattainable, even when She leaned towards the shocked spectators. On Her neck lay a necklace of sun-touched clouds, some of them broke away from it and slowly floated away. Her eyes were brighter than two blinding suns. And her eight arms, extended in the same gesture as the girl made, floating weightlessly in the air - only her wrists and long fingers moved slightly. The flowing snake tail bent and unbent. She was alive. She looked at people, and, not having the strength to withstand Her gaze, they fell on their faces, and some immediately fainted."