In the midst of this heated turmoil suddenly a green mountain of leaves came along, dew-fresh like pure creativity itself. Within it a man walked about and shook innumerable blue-bell flowers so that a silvery-bright sound was heard.

As if on invisible feet, this fresh-green hill moved unconcernedly on tone-trees and sound-bushes over the fermenting world.

Under the cover of the leaf-mountain sounding grasses, but also sounding animals and plants came along; they were more audible than visible, and soon all the fighting began to sway in their resounding forms.
Thus the playful element was introduced into the tournament, which had become increasingly dogged.