"When the highest descends to the lowest, & the lowest rises to the highest; when the blessed waters descend to visit the dead stretched out, enchained, cast into the darkness & gloom of Hades; when the Pharmakon of Life reaches them & awakens them, taking them out of sleep, right where they are; when the New Waters penetrate … rising in the midst of Fire … The waters, on reaching them, awaken the chained & impotent bodies & spirits … little by little they are unfolded, ascend, redressed & are seen in living & glorious colors, like flowers in Spring."
— Zosimos of Panopolis