It was the Winter Solstice of Rome that a tempest of violence did gust like wildfire over the Paradise. Mars, extremely enraged, rode his chariot dragged by Phobos and Deimos. The sky stood dyed in fiery red. Blood was drizzling down the clouds, the roars of battle dashed in the air, the world resembled on its last legs, and the Divinities in full swing tussled around the Paradise. The voice of unrest struck with flashes of lightning. Lava did burst forth all around. Horses did yell, and numerous souls had been in the wars. The settings portrayed were beyond all use, and all Romans stood on ceremonies. The entrances of the temple of Janus were broadly open.
The aroma of a pleasant new year was sniffed in the air. The day was consecrated to Janus for the Romans believed the start of anything was an omen for the whole. Cheerful words of noble desires were exchanged. A sense of excitement and enthusiasm extended through the nooks and corners of Rome. Everyone devoted a short time to their daily activities and their typical business, swapped over dates, figs, and the sweetest honey as a symbolism of well-wishing and prepared strenae for offerings and gifts for others. Cakes made of spelt and salt were presented to Ianus Bifrons as a sign of reverence and burnt on the altar. On the contrary, the sky became a stage for the dance of death-fires, and all preparations and offerings did ruin away in the storm of turmoil. Romans deduced these as bad omens, and a feeling of terror surrounded their minds. Yet, the light of hope did not fade away for even a stopped watch displays the precise time twice in a day.
In the nick of time, the reflection of Paradise got misted up with the advent of two clear faces. Seeing the condition, tears came out of his eyes. Then he addressed all the Lords, "Hey, the Mighty Divinities! Give an ear to me. I have not arrived to interfere with your war for the roots of unrest is known. Was the cause worth its salt? If so, you ought to carry on with your warfare. For the cause itself is a vindicated one and it recommends you all to stay at war. No matter what, strength lies in unity. The cause portrays a fierce battle, and the cause itself is a vindicated one. You all performed miracles to save this realm and continually kept to be with it. Did this gain grounds to support the justification? Justification ought to be reasonable and astute. Yet the cause vetoes the stoppage of battle, and certainly, the cause itself is a vindicated one. I voice not to negate the cause, I am to express what I do know. You all have lost your power of judgment, and so did the immense beauty of Paradise. Recalling those memories, my heart sinks in melancholy, and I must put a gap until it floats back again." And the two faces misted up in silence. All the Deities began to put their heads together and said, "His word stands to reason! After the truth was brought to light, we appear to have had committed a great wrong. We turned out to be so tyrannical having an ax to grind. The cause turned out to be a mare's nest in comparison to what tremendous and detrimental condition we made to the sphere. It is within an ace of ruin. We ought to move Heaven and Earth!"
All the divine power became united - enlightening all the Paradise and the World, the rhythm of contentment did beat every heart, and the beauty twittering like a bird could be heard echoing hither and thither. A new beginning did commence, with the eventual entry of a new year, all souls did bury the hatchet and eradicated fear from every mind. The sky did once again luster in blue and yellow with the clouds taking the shape of Janus. The world anew bloomed in red and blue and green and yellow, the joy of life turned over a new leaf, with the whole in a completely new frame of mind, did initiate rejoicing the occasion of a new year. And it was heard in the Heavens, the Lords started to murmur, "Owing to the remembrance of the breeze of immense happiness and transition, this month will be entitled as January paying reverence to the mighty Janus."
The Winter Solstice of Rome did turn into a rejoiceful January, and in the long run, the entrances of the temple of Janus did shut up to the eyes.