The rains gradually stopped. And from what was there, much was no more. But what was left there was new.

And gradually, as the sun touched, life was restored. The trees began to strengthen and root their roots even more. Its branches, which were now weighed by the water that fell on its leaves, rose again to the heavens.

And the birds began to leave the flocks, to redo their nests, to get their food, to delight those who watched them and to hear their singing.

Slowly, animals that hid in burrows and shelters, returned to their habitat, and in it, although they found a modified environment, they adapted to the scene.

But, the sky was not the same.

For it was a modified atmosphere that covered them. The blue, above the lilac, was made. And those colors, they definitely met.

And the air became lighter. And breathing became easier.

The cells seemed to be renewing more easily. And the regeneration of them, idem.

The mind seemed to shine, and the eyes seemed to open for the first time.

In the heart, the serenity was made. And the receptivity to the new was evident.

Yes, a new race, a new civilization, began to emerge from the ground to the Sun in search of perfection.

Perfection now coming, ready to be reached by a privileged generation that has now been made.

Everything that has already been done, everything that has already been said, everything that has already been written, with other eyes were seen. For the eyes became prisms, dividing and unifying the white light that came out of the skies.

And a path of light came forth. And the Spirit led them to him. And in him, light was made.