Chapter 5 5

He, who occasionally rests in the Norwegian Sea, The helmsman of the flat boat advancing in the dark in trouble, Think islands, as sailors say, often Cast an anchor on his scales to rest, Parked beside him to leeward, when the night Covering the ocean, the dawn was long overdue. Immediately he soared into the air, a huge body Rush out of the sea, flames to the left and right Being blocked back, spitting flames obliquely, rolling Giant waves, leaving a terrifying hollow in the middle. Then he spread his wings and soared high into the air, floating on the dark atmosphere, even the air

I also feel heavy and different... . . . the gods, as long as they please, Turn male into female, androgyny is optional; The essence is pure, extremely soft, and extremely light, Neither joints and limbs are used to connect and shape, Nor does it rely on the strength of fragile bones to maintain support; It is not as cumbersome as the flesh, but it can be freely Shaped, or stretched, or condensed, or transparent, or hazy Intentions are ethereal and they are all-powerful to carry out, Love it or hate it, work can be done.