A Dawn of Reflection

In the quiet before the dawn, there is a weight that rests heavily upon the

human heart, a weariness born of a world lost in long, deep shadows.

The ancient roads lie empty, and the silent cities of old stand as monuments

to a moral darkness, reflecting an age that has struggled to find its

way. But even in the deepest gray of the morning, the heavens do

not sleep. Above the drifting clouds, a shift is beginning,

a quiet movement in the heights. It is a gaze of mercy descending from the

heavens, a light that prepares to break through the clouds, watching over a