“THE UNIVERSE IS ON YOUR SIDE. Always.”
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All the night, he did not sleep, drawn and fixed in vision see of Miracle’s arrive, her body full and round and pale as the Sturgeon Moon above.
Sleepless, in trance, he read a book of a family and fate with cycling pattern of lives and names. Date of night appeared in story, focus and attention drawn stronger into story and page:
“On the ninth of August…”
He read until the story’s end—parchment, code, and secret written by gypsy whose ghost resided still in home, but weakened into nothingness as his hundred years came to an end.
“…Aureliano skipped eleven pages so as not to lose time with facts he knew only too well, and he began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.”
Magic of the story moved from page and on the ninth of August, he felt it alive in him—the prophecy, the understanding, cracking of the code by which revelation came.
Story of the book was ended, but a new was given birth.
In full and round and pale of moon, he saw vision of the Miracle—born of a body full and round pale as the Sturgeon Moon above where in the east—and dawning light—planets, heavens, and Universe aligned in procession of the Roman Gods, like wise men from the east.
Cry in the night, cradled warmth in the dawn, fate and destiny—as Miracle—arrived.