Lord Caitanya walks with a few close associates. It's medieval India Lush green fields flank the path; a countryside scene of peace and harmony with nature. Idyllic. The occasional farmer on bullock cart marvels at the beauty and bearing of this young, golden-complexioned renunciant. The followers of the Lord enjoy His company and expectantly wait for the new developments in His mission; Sri Caitanya had taken sannyasa some days before, ending His household days. He is on His way to Puri, which he elected as His new headquarters. When He enters the temple, He is overwhelmed by the potency of his intense love for Jagannatha, and faints right away, disconnecting from external awareness for hours.