Here is a short story that conveys some of the theories that have been flying around regarding April the 8th and the predicted solar eclipse.
In the shadowed corridors of power, where whispers dictate the fate of nations, the Elites had convened under a banner as old as time itself. They were the unseen, the puppeteers who manipulated the strings of the world from the dim recesses of antiquity. On the eve of a celestial event foretold by ancient oracles, they prepared for a ritual steeped in darkness and shrouded in secrecy.
The solar eclipse, a cosmic ballet of sun, moon, and Earth, was more than a mere spectacle of nature for them; it was a gateway. According to the scrolls of old, during the eclipse’s peak, when day turned to night, and shadows danced upon the earth, the veil between the worlds thinned. It was then that Apep, the ancient entity embodying chaos and darkness, could be reached.
Apep, known to the ancients as the serpent that dwelled in the eternal night, awaited his disciples’ call. The Elites sought to harness his boundless energy to usher in a new world order. Through chaos, they believed, a new era of control and dominion would emerge, reshaping the world into a design of their own meticulous crafting.
The ritual was set in a place untouched by time, a forgotten temple that whispered of a past when gods and mortals walked side by side. Here, under the eclipse’s shadow, the Elites gathered, adorned in vestments that bore symbols of power and dominion. The air was thick with anticipation, and the sky turned a dark, ominous hue as the moon began its slow dance across the sun.
The ceremony commenced with ancient incantations, words that twisted the air and rippled through the fabric of reality. The Elites’ voices rose in a chant, each syllable a key unlocking the chains that held Apep at bay. As the moon covered the sun, a darkness profound enveloped the world, and the barrier between realms weakened.
At the moment of totality, when the eclipse reached its zenith, the ground trembled, and a silence profound fell upon the earth. The Elites, their eyes ablaze with fervor, called out to Apep, inviting his essence into the world. A wind, cold and biting, swept through the temple, carrying with it a presence ancient and malevolent.
The air shimmered, and for a moment, the veil lifted, revealing a glimpse of Apep’s domain, a realm of endless night and chaos. The entity’s energy, raw and untamed, surged through the portal, its power overwhelming. The Elites, undeterred by the force that threatened to consume them, channeled the entity’s essence, weaving it into the fabric of the world.
As quickly as it had begun, the eclipse passed, and light returned to the world. But something had shifted, a change imperceptible to the naked eye yet undeniable. The ritual was complete, and Apep’s energy, now intertwined with the fate of the world, began its work. Chaos, subtle at first, then growing bolder, spread like a shadow, undermining the old order, sowing discord and unrest.
The Elites watched from their hidden sanctuaries, their plan set into motion. With the world in turmoil, they would emerge as architects of a new order, rulers of the chaos they had unleashed. Yet, even as they celebrated their success, they remained unaware of the true price of their ambition. For in invoking Apep, they had not only harnessed chaos but had become its servants, bound to the whims of an entity whose desires knew no bounds.
As the world teetered on the brink, a few, enlightened by the events that unfolded, began to gather, seeking ways to counter the darkness with light. They understood that while the Elites had awakened a force beyond their control, hope, like the sun after an eclipse, would always find a way to shine through.