3rd person flight. Over the Alaskan mountains and pans over where the sea meets the mountains. It was sunny out with a few clouds, the air looked cold. There were men working the oil lines. A great deity announces, as if onto humanity as a whole, "what is your purpose? What purpose?" There is the sense that evolution catches up so fast, no matter the timeline, where man will always hopelessly try to find purpose. That deity leaves, I am flying through space now. Another deity enters, a spiraling oval vortex. The letters spell out beneath the spiral: Avalokitshevara! 'The lord of compassion'