Suddenly a wind came up again. In its wake, in the light of the full moon, a most beautiful woman, all clothed in perfect
snow-white, came riding in utmost hurry on a white bear. Her head was hemmed by long flowing, curled golden hair and she wore a golden crown. Her soft feet were decorated with red-golden, delicately embroidered shoes that shone like sun-fire.

In her hand she held a mirror, richly embellished with jewels and gleaming silverish-white - like the wandering moon.
In the twinkling image of this mirror Mani saw worlds arise and vanish; for a moment she had to close her eyes lest she got confused.

In her other hand the fairy held a golden spindle which she used to thread a golden string out of the mirror-image.

She dipped the golden string into a clear fountain which she had brought with her and which was sparkling forth brightly, and wound it up onto the golden spindle.

Due to the bath the string shone from within in many colours and assumed such a strong radiance within, that Mani thought many suns were rising in it.

For a saddle the bear wore a wolf, whose fur gleamed like blue-shimmering silver-hair, discharging bluish-white fire-winds into all directions.
As the flames emanated from every hair, they turned into blue-silvery shapes of light and rode as luminous beautiful mermaids on frothing waves.

Like a vast swarm of graciously dancing will-oi-the-wisps they encircled the beautiful woman riding the bear.
The silver-white billows, on which the gracious virgins rode, emanated from the white fur of the bear, from where they playfully rolled amongst the fire-shapes.

With a scintillating snake, whose eyes gleamed at Mani like diamonds, the white rider spurred the mighty bear to even greater haste.
“This is Walpurga on her flight from the wild chase,” said Sol to his sister.
“Her mirror is the pure consciousness, and it shines like the bright moon; she perceives in it the destinies of all beings and things united; therefore one can see in the mirror the many changing figures and stories.
In this wonder-mirror all growth of the world incessantly keeps turning in an endless roundelay of time - like on a radiant wheel.