When Doma was just a few hundred thousand kilometers away,
his feet suddenly halted.
His eyes were filled with thousands of colors,
and his dark body slowly began to disperse into mist-like particles
this happened to him only when he saw something of the highest celestial purity.
And now,
before his eyes,
shone a colossal, circular, and steady cosmic formation
surrounded by galactic clouds
and within it stood the Mithimush.
From their bodies poured out a radiance like a divine waterfall,
spilling colors into the void
millions of hues,
as if the formation itself was the vault of the universe,
where the entire treasure of this black and empty cosmos was kept.
Doma's heart trembled from the sheer beauty.
He didn't even realize
when tears, like dust of fallen stars, fell from his eyes
or when he had already drawn closer to them.
And the closer he got,
his head lowered in reverence on its own.
His black form now glowed with divine brilliance.
As he approached the Mithimush,
not a single word was spoken,
no eye contact was made,
no movement occurred
and yet,
Doma understood what needed to be done.
He pressed his forehead
to that divine embodiment of destiny
and in less than the blink of an eye,
Doma was infused with boundless power.
His dark body now shimmered
like the heart of a divine star.
Around his body,
a delicate yet powerful aura emerged
as if the power itself had woven a shield around him.
And then again
no word was spoken,
no glance exchanged,
no motion stirred…
Still, the message was received.
Doma bowed his head in deep respect,
turned silently,
and began his return.