9000 BC
The last island of Atlantis is about to be swallowed by the ocean. On a steep cliff, two Atlanteans of the Sage caste, Kogaion and Altheea, watch the impending disaster.
– Why don't they scream? Kogaion asked, his expression was dark. Why don't they run? They resign themselves as if the waves don't even exist! How can they abandon themselves to spirit when matter rebels?
– Because I know that matter is nothing but a dream of the spirit, an illusion called Maya, Altheea answered, in a calm but piercing voice. Atlantis is falling apart because the balance has been broken. You feel it too, even if your mind fights against this truth.
– I feel it... but what's the use? Kogaion sighed. The wave will swallow us, and we sit here talking about illusions! If we had followed the laws of nature, perhaps we could have avoided the catastrophe.
– And what would we have gained? Altheea looked at him. We used knowledge to dominate the Earth and the Universe, instead of harmonizing with them. Atlantis is gone, but not all will be lost. Our mission is just beginning.
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– Where we go, people will still carry the echo of our wisdom, said Kogaion, looking into the distance. But we will have to watch for reasons to sprout in them.
– We will choose carefully, Altheea smiled slightly. Those with pure hearts and open minds will become new teachers. We will guide them until they find their own way.
– Fragile buds of a young tree... full of potential, Kogaion murmured. We must decide to whom we will entrust these gifts.
– They must be different from what we were, Altheea continued. Let them not repeat our mistakes. Our wisdom will not perish but will be reborn through them.
– And they will learn to unite reason with spirit, added Kogaion, with a shadow of hope in his voice.
A deep roar was heard from the ocean. The earth began to tremble beneath them.
– Let us go, Kogaion, Altheea said, extending her hand. The tide is coming, but the future awaits us. We are heading for Avalon (Britain) and from there the gods will guide us on our journey.
They walked away together, walking towards the place where their ship awaited them. Behind them, Atlantis sank into the waters, covering the last Atlanteans left on the island, reconciling to their fate.