The room compressed. Narrower than a pupil.
In the corner, a terrified echo pulses.
And the Light strikes like a blade through the dungeon,
And the wall disintegrates into atoms.
He entered. Not an angel – but pure density,
Tearing the frozen space like silk.
A presence – weightless and radiant,
Before which the universe fell trembling silent.
Behold the moment of conception! Wild and boundless,
For which you will find no name or limit,
It enters and takes root in the fragility of flesh,
Sharper than cold mirages.
She accepts. There is no escape.
Pregnant with a World that has not yet become.
Irreversible darkness has fallen upon her shoulders,
The burden of being chosen… God did not ask.
He simply IS. She carries Him –
Her Future, which will destroy everything.
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