A sudden change:

There is no stage.

We find ourselves upon an ocean shore, dunes to one side while to the other waves that crash and wash repeatedly.

As we turn, we see Faustus body, on his belly, not moving. The wash sweeps up to swirl about his arm outstretched toward the dunes, and close-up we see that into his hand a curl of seaweed tangles in his limp fingers, coiling and foamed.

From above and behind us we hear the Chorus narrate the scene.

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Music excerpt is Hovhaness “Fra Angelico.”