I remember.


    I remember that moment more clearly than my first memory as an infant, more vividly than my own name—etched into the very essence of my being—an undeniable truth branded into the core of my soul:


    The day- the day I first gazed upon the ∞{Messiah}∞


    I had been nothing more than a nameless soldier—conscripted to fight for a purpose I was never told, against an enemy I knew nothing about. Who they were, where they came from, why they fought—I knew nothing. Swords met swords—and occasionally shields—in an unworthy dance of senseless slaughter.


    As I waited for the next line of soldiers to press forward, the din of clashing steel and anguished cries filling the air, my eyes caught a lone figure at the edge of the battlefield. He stood apart from the chaos of the battlefield, as if divorced by the violence surrounding him. Dressed in all white, his hair neither curly nor wavy, yet not straight—flowing with an eerie stillness as if frozen in time against the storm of battle.


    It wasn''t his strange posture or the absurdity of a lone man standing unarmed amid slaughter that seized my attention—no, it was something far greater. His presence seemed to solidify the air itself, wrapping around the battlefield like an invisible shroud, demanding recognition. I knew nothing of this man—could not even make out his face through the smoke and blood—but such was the weight of his being that it felt as though the world itself leaned toward him.


    And then, I saw his eyes.


    A bright ¤Light¤ blazed within them—a radiance so pure, so absolute, that it eclipsed every star, every dying sun that had ever bled its final light into the void. This was no earthly glow, no mundane radiance that could be tethered by the limits of flesh and bone. It was a light older than the first breath of time, more radiant than the birth of the earliest star. It was the light of ¤FAITH¤—unyielding and eternal. The light of ¤HOPE¤—vast enough to cradle every nation, every soul, every dream ever dreamt into it''s infinite embrace.


    It was not the light of a mere man. It was the light of something beyond.


    The battlefield once a maelstrom of chaos and fury fell silent. Steel-wielding hands trembled, weapons slipping from clenched fingers. Soldiers dropped to their knees, tears carving clean paths through layers of grime and blood, as though they had glimpsed salvation itself. The wind, which had carried the stench of death and burning flesh for hours, hung motionless—still in reverence, as if honoring this singular presence upon the blood-soaked earth.


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    The storm clouds, long choked with sorrow, began to part. The sun—hidden behind layers of ash and grief—dared to pierce the darkness, its golden light mingling with the celestial glow radiating from the ∞{Messiah}∞ himself. The earth beneath his feet, cracked, desecrated by the boots of soldiers, smoothed itself, as though unworthy to bear the weight of his steps.


    Then came the voice.


    Not his voice.


    Something greater.


    It did not speak in sounds or letters, but in truths—abstract, undeniable truths that seeped into the marrow of every soul present. It was not a voice heard by ears but by the essence of existence itself—a decree woven into the fabric of reality. And in that moment, every man—regardless of the flag he fought under—understood. Understood that they were in the presence of something beyond comprehension.


    Some collapsed before him, pressing their foreheads to the war-ravaged earth, unable to bear the weight of divinity. Others wept, their bodies wracked by sobs, as though freed from invisible chains they hadn''t known they carried. Even the most hardened warriors—men who had seen and committed horrors unspeakable—found their hands trembling, unable to raise sword or shield against this paragon of purity, this embodiment of absolute truth.


    No one moved against him.


    For how could they?


    How could one stand against the embodiment of all that was righteous, all that was true?


    He took a step forward, and the ground itself seemed to welcome him—shifting, realigning, as if nature herself sought to serve his purpose. Then, his voice rang out—not with condemnation, not with vengeance, but with something far greater. A proclamation that resonated through every heart, every soul present—a truth beyond dispute:


    "There shall be no more war."


    It was not a demand. It was not a plea. It was an axiom of the universe itself, a simple atomic fact upon which all things base and derive themselves from.


    And the world obeyed.


    The sky wept—not in sorrow—but in absolution. Rain, soft and warm, began to fall, washing away the stains of battle, the filth of hate, the weight of bloodshed. The earth, which had known only the bitter taste of steel and death, drank deeply, as if rejoicing in its newfound peace.


    And as I stood there—no longer a soldier, no longer a nameless pawn in the grand game of men—I felt something stir deep within me.


    A ¤HOPE¤ unlike any I had ever known.


    A ¤FAITH¤ unshaken, unbreakable.


    I did not know what the future held. I did not know what trials still lay ahead.


    But in that moment, as I stood before the ∞{Messiah}∞, I knew one thing beyond any shadow of doubt:


    Everything had changed.