And she spun, dancing to time and its music, moving to a rhythm that flowed through an age. She was its zeitgeist. As she flowed, she moved through ideas and fads never losing a step, never tiring. She was the dance of ages, the procession of time immemorial.
On her shifting countenance, the world projected its people and she was them because they were her. She moved and breathed through them because their thoughts gave her substance. Billions of minds that were all part of the human family thinking their thoughts which blended into a tapestry called time.
And she was time and its dizzy dance, its musical accompaniment and its passage. In her heart flowered love for all the creatures whose moment by moment existence created her. She was Indak and for her, the dance was everything.