It drifted within the embrace of the rosy beam and hung there for a moment.

The beam seemed to embrace it, sending through it little shining corpuscles, tiny rosy spiralings.

The mist absorbed the rays, was strengthened by them, gained substance.

Another swirl sprang into the amber shaft, clung and fed there, moved swiftly toward the first and mingled with it.

And now other swirls arose, here and there, too fast to be counted; hung poised in the embrace of the light streams; flashed and pulsed into each other.
"Thicker and thicker still they arose until over the surface of the Pool was a pulsating pillar of opalescent mist steadily growing stronger; drawing within it life from the seven beams falling upon it; drawing to it from below the darting, incandescent atoms of the Pool.
Into its centre was passing the luminescence rising from the far depths.