The Northern Lights of Heaven (Past Gate)

 The great winds will breathe, and the waters will start to flow down into the valley—the basin of life that once held every tear, the swelling of man's heart, that sings and dances in the spirit of the northern lights. The Aora Bellis—the casting of our season, the releasing of the last of earth's Seeds to Heaven as pollen had fallen upon our head,  upon the dead rising. and the dust that we hold is the life of old and new, the creation of all the Heaven that pours out the last of its magic upon this land. an unbreakable bond. that withstood the ends of time as we knew it. but we still live on. for God is the Host of Hosts, the strength of foundation, the Father of All Heavens, who searched every Heaven above, and below in hopes for all His children and His wife to return.