The dark cloak of the night brought a soft tremor of infinity.
A deep silence in time gave room to the small touch of the song of Eternity, leaving as witness the hard pinpoint of a star that illuminated the countryside.
This cold light played with the lightweight shadows of the soft hills and with its brightness covered the span over the hollow of reality.
The occasional bleat of a lonely sheep in the mountain herds punctuated the quiet night air.
Interspersed with the silence between the bleating seemed to be a expectancy in wait for the right moment when Mystery would touch this rough part of the world.
The whole Universe will follow this simple touching that will travel quivering toward the future until be lost in the final musical notes of the overture of Creation.
It happened!
No, it didn't!
Wonder of wonder, the riddle of belief or disbelief! The intangible load that, as an arcane gift, lives or does not lives, in each one of the human creatures treading on Earth.
A riddle that was not to be disclosed until each one of those human creatures reach the final entropy that will dissolve them into nothing, re-establish Chaos in his old throne, or realize the Eternal Promise.
Meanwhile, in the sloping soil of a small country, the query keeps its secret:
Was it the crying of a child facing his first breath of air, or was it just another bleating from the sheep that populated the fields?