Tengir Transmigrates to the Second World

After Tengir departed from the First World upon the back of a golden dragon, he was riding faster than light through the clouds and mist, his mind traversing all things past while wondering what sort of future awaited him. But as the mist congealed on his skin, becoming like silver drops of dew, he felt a fresh coolness sweep over him from head to toe, and all those years of age evaporated. He was a young man again. He said to his heart: "I cannot allow myself to become so frail and decrepit again." Soon the dragon broke through the billowing clouds and dove toward the surface of another Earth. When it reached the ground, Tengir dismounted. Thereupon the golden dragon roared with nobility and took to the skies, disappearing back into the aetherial canopy.

Standing there in the wilderness once more, Tengir saw a familiar yet alien landscape open up before him. Like the World he had known before, it had trees, shrubs, grassy fields, ponds and streams, mountains, lakes and valleys. But they were not the same ones among which he had dwelt in that other World. Nowhere to be seen were the river where he used to wash himself, the chasm he used to explore. Nowhere to be found, the house he had built and the Garden he had grown with his own two hands. For him, all the World had died and been born anew.

But as time went on he came to know that this new World was teeming with Spirits of all kinds, just like the old one, and he walked among the Spirits as though they were his brothers. The Spirits in turn intimated him all the secrets of the new World, its Heaven and its Earth, its forests, plains, rivers, mountains and bogs, its sun, its moon, its stars and its comets. He was in communion and unshakable alliance with the Spirits and would regularly dine at their tables, a welcome guest under their roofs, and he had the leisure to come and go whenever and wherever he pleased. The wild animals, insects and birds showed him deference whenever he went by, and none dared to obstruct his ever the more sanctified poise, not even the monsters and brutes. Thus did he transmigrate to the Second World.