The material world drew off from him.
Reality dwindled to a point and vanished like the vanishing of a star at moonrise.

Earthly things dissolved and disappeared, as a strange, unnamed essence flowed in upon him.

A new atmosphere for him pervaded his surroundings.

He entered the world of the Vision, of the Legend, of the Miracle, where all things were possible.

He stood at the gate of the Mission garden.
Above him rose the ancient tower of the Mission church.