This time, instead of the righteous Rama, the benign Lakshmi, and the smiling Ganesha, the Citizen found himself looking at the familiar face of Krishna again. Before his unblinking eyes, Krishna grew to occupy his entire field of vision, his many heads and many arms overshadowing all else until they were too numerous to count and nothing seemed to exist except the blue god's cosmic form.

"Bala," the Citizen heard his name spoken by Krishna's hundred voices.