Another time passes. Raman abruptly realizes that Eliana is wearing her 
golden robe again. She is now lying on her side, sprawled luxuriously in the 
center of the room, head propped on one arm. The cat-like manifestation in the 
altar mirror has disappeared. The light of the candles is once again at a normal level. Eliana looks at him with the 
languid eyes of a sensual woman. The cats walk around her, back and forth, 
purring, meowing, rubbing themselves against her, as if striving for her 
attention.