Ambition
At last! And I—it is of me he ceases to think—even me! I have done! I have done! (He vanishes.)
Beauty
(A thin star in the brow of the Lord, glistering and yet paling.) It is even of me he ceases to think! Lord, hast thou forgotten thy first-born?
The Lord of the Universe
Peace! Peace! Enter thou into me! (He sighs and begins to vanish completely.)
Beauty
(Fading into his sleep.) I will be worshiped! I will be worshiped! (She smiles.)
The illusion of reality ceases. Suns and planets are gone. Time and Space are not. That which was is as that which was not.