As the setting sun heralds an end to the forgettable fourth world on Terra, I farewell this tempestuous cosmic day.
Cradled in the loving embrace of the eternal Mother, I hold the solar light as the divine totem of liberation, gently oscillating in a transitory space above the nets, in anticipation of the eminent light of a thousand suns.
For as sure as the sun will soon again rise, bringing dawn to the new cycle, I bask in the majestic emergence of an all new world, the fifth world, a golden world of harmony.
