Ïnmâeh, a planet full of bright roses, gleaming meadows, clear rivers, and currents of life, of air, of breath. Among the arms of the mountains, the cold night was clothed; that beautiful night that guided us towards the indulgent oscillations of destiny. Waving gently, this unique rose which captivates our emotions, but one which carries with itself, the price of hardening its harmful thorns; for the brambles of this rose have been already destroyed, early times ago, when the daughter of evil snatched the heart of this sacred home. The day where she tore the foundations of her beatific future; that sinister day, when this pure heart was torn from its eternal place, although despite the contradictions, even today, it remains in the same place; empty, waiting to be filled once again with hope, between the depths of the roots, between the depths of these hallowed trees. The eldest of the region. Those witnesses of the great tragedy, the great calamity. Now Ïnmâeh cries. She cries uncontrollably, for nobody knows how to comfort her; but should not worry; cry Ïnmâeh, cry out loud. In the nest of these tears will always rest the sweet nectar, fresh form this life, quietly on the dry land. And when it does, among the invasive darkness that surrounds it, a seed will sprout. A hope, a light; seeded by the Angel of All Angels. And know that, even though it'll be already broken from within when this seed finds its own light, it'll become the tallest tree of the North. Before the eyes of all nations. Chosen, as the everlasting solution; defined in this way, by the concession of the seven members of the Great Divine Assembly. That one, which will enhance the name of divinity, and will impose forever the power of light over the extensions of this darkness, as it was established since the beginning of the ages, since the beginning of all lost times. When Athanael leaped in with hope, nourished himself with clairvoyance, and emerged from love. The day he welcomed the beginning of the end of all times, or rather, the normalization of all of them. The regulation of the past, the present, and the future united as one. For they're all the same. Time is perspective. Therefore, wake up my friends, wake up. Everything is possible. Everything is manifested. Everything exists, for everything changes; from its purest, pertinent, and potential form. The form starts from our minds. That space, where creatures trace through all its corners, the way out of its inevitable consequences; coping with the essential madness derived from this uncontrollable energy; of this imminent threat, of this excessive darkness. And yet, even so, these warriors chose to be brave, or they showed front and face to the enemy; to the semblance of evil. We know that these labyrinths are uncertain, but a victorious attitude will always lead us to the fire of glory. It will lead all of us, to the tunnel of harmonious peace. It's here, then, where trials will cease. Where intuition will shine. Where intentions will connect to the end of all roads, for this is the will of all celestial routes. Those elated bridges, unifying into one; towards the promised kingdom of my father for his entire, and beautifully created ethnicity. Those impeccable bridges, are and have always been between us. Thus established by light itself, fulfilling its promise of the legendary coronation of the King of All Kings, who is really a woman, our leader. The queen of all angels, dwelling among us, like one of us. Guiding all the way with her sweetest voice; teaching us, that evil is dark, uncertain, and fearful. That evil lies in the obscure, in the dimness. But exactly in this forlorn place, is where light is born. Where good will always impose. For good will always be brighter, stronger, meaningful, and someday it will conquer all our nations, and will never be corrupted again. For good, it's all-consuming; it's everything. It's the conqueror, it's the true predator. It is majestic, for it is a force, and being this force emerged from love, it will always have a better flavor, and a preeminence for the universe, because it will be accompanied by life at all times. For life, needs him, and this one needs her. To progress, to advance, to improve, to grow until eternity, until the end of all our known fabled times.
—Leyra Aramordt