Meanwhile Mani and Sol had reached the fifth castle and entered it through the golden gate with the moon and the silvery trident. Again a luminous, silvery-white, glistening and sparkling brightness received them at once; and again Mani went as if right through the moon and walked blest over the delicate sun-lit snow.

And here too she immediately felt reminded of the wood of the silent ways where she had experienced the same mild, cooling and infinitely refreshing brightness.

The deep silence that hugged her here too with its many snow-white tender arms and that wrapped her into the overflowing streams of bliss like into effervescent waves of complete fulfilment, robbed her again of all consideration; the latter could have given her only inferior bliss.

And quite naturally her world of thoughts calmed down again, plunging into ever finer transports of delight until in this tower too Mani did not really think any longer - only felt very tenderly: she wished she could rest forever in this boundless shining, so completely invigorating flood of bliss like in a snow-white large cushion of unbounded joy of life, infinitely soft on all sides - with all the drinks of the milk of happiness at her disposal.

And as Mani was about to sink down, all determined, the silvery-white unbounded space, twinkling like snow, was flashed through by a dark lightning.
She was frightened - as if she had just seen and experienced something unpleasant.
This dark shadow-lightning shook her slightly out of her blissful bright calmness.

Beyond the deep silence, that she still felt strongly within her, it gave her the impression of chaos.
A dark picture of hectic unrest - like an unpleasant fight - once again appeared suddenly in her blissful rest; and she abhorred these dark images which only tried to chase her out of the perfection of her delightful rest like wild animals.
This upset her a bit, and so she stood still.

And as soon as she stood still the marvellous brilliant, gleaming and glistening brightness of the infinite space dominated again, although it just had been limited so terrifyingly and oppressingly by the dark lightning only a moment ago.

Mani believed again to stand in the sun-lit snow, soft as a breeze - or in the moon.

Immediately she felt embraced again by the uncountable tender arms of the streams of bliss and wrapped firmly into the great cushions of the unbounded joy of life.

And when Mani was determined again to sink down and to bathe herself in this blissful brightness forever, the next dark lightning flashed through the bright full-moon night of the infinite space and limited shadow-like what had expanded so unboundedly only a moment ago, and produced the artificial fixed shadows of limitation again above the flowing infinity of light, like holding a dark shrub of thorns against the flowing, brightly gleaming snowscape of her joy of life.