The beginning and the end are two shores in time, but time has no fords. Only inexplicable and unnamed forces can do anything with it without asking us.
The little, locked up and frightened Govra is all gathered up, and everyone heard either her sigh or her moan. And the subtle sound dissolved from under the sanctuary dome.
The night light faded, the darkness appeared and the ever-sleeping mother Govra came out to them — she opened her eyes and stopped the space, the time, the light and the rustle of the hourglass.
Myriad sisters danced around little Govra and while she was immobilized and light, they dragged her up above somewhere with them.
Gooma’s trap has failed.