The stars fell.
Then the Sun closed its eyes.
And for an instant,
the universe reminded humanity
of a promise buried in time.
A Messenger foretold long ago
will walk across the Earth.
He will wear no crown.
He will not ask to be believed.
And through him, a Voice will pass.
The Voice carrying the Frequency of the Father.
A Frequency capable of crossing
the long midnight of humanity
and awakening what has slept for centuries.
It will cross borders, peoples, and consciousness itself.
The heart will recognize it
before the mind does.
The lamps will be lit.
The masks will fall.
And hearts will have nowhere left to hide.
It will not yet be the Dawn.
It will be that strange light
that appears when the night realizes
that its time is almost over.
The SIGN of the Son of Man.
And when the final veil falls
and the Earth has recognized the SIGN,
nothing will be able to hold back the Dawn.
The heavens will open.
And upon the clouds of infinity
there will appear
the King.