"And of the day, none has spoken, nor have
their eyes seen that which is manifest therein. The Coming is upon wings of
Light that circle in the grey dawn, as a nesting Anka bird. The egg of the
Earth is born anew, cracked from within its sacred womb. Out from its center
the chick arises, its beak a slender knife that cuts through the weave of
the world. Lo, a web of gold is spun, a pattern of the ageless stars. Souls
move upon its fine threads, gathering eternity in a wave of exaltation, as
they plunge into the heart of the blue star."
- from the Ra-Maj codex, a pre-deluge text of
prophecy written by the ‘Light Bringers'
of the Mayan world
