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On the Grand Evening, Sun never completely set beyond the horizon. It was the Temple, which in such sacred moment, blessed the whole Land with, unlike to it above other days, soul empowering chant.
The sky, the earth – living as well as the deceased – could forget about their boundaries and give oneself to the magic of that holy night, which even the Absolute thought of as favourably.
Only Guardians and Angels, and the rest of the world was exiled from it's sense.
Only they and a young boy, who as a freshly grown Fruit of the Kingdom, also could be found bathed and drugged with the omnipresent magical soothe – yet, he was celebrating it on his own rules.
So to say, he started by planting some flowers.
Having nearly an unlimited amount of seeds and tubers, spores and bunches, all sorts of imaginable bulbs, roots and bushes from a local Bioforce Transcriber, he was free of restrains other than his own experience and knowledge of the Kingdom.
And thus, he began to flourish the Heaven.
He fortified sets of young trees, all around the lively streets.
Planted, tended and enchanted every blade of various grasses.
He has elaborated whole ecosystems, which then, under the beauty of night, filled themselves with life and gods’ peace.
Was it really the effect of that twilight, which in a span of twelve hours, turned upside down nearly half of the Kingdom itself, basked from now on in the unimaginable age of balance, where for the first time in the Universe, it’s centre became equal in the breathers as well as in the oxygen forefathers..
..or was it boy’s burning passion, who by a single being, made a peace with two halves of the Pantheon – the life and lifegivers – and brought upon a new everlasting gift, in the name of his Ruler’s dominion?
Only the Absolute and the King himself could know answers to this question.
But the young one didn’t stop there.
