Echoes of Love and Sacrifice

<<At the foot of this cursed tree, the weight of Heaven falls on

me. I hold the hands that shaped the stars, now pierced,

now torn, now scarred. The ground beneath me shakes and

groans . The heavens thin down, its silence whispers through the air

. A voice that tells me He is

here even now. My son. My son.

My son. My Mother! Ah! I am still here!

Through the shadow! Yeah! Through the spear! My Mother! Here.