You wander through a golden valley where lightning dances across a swirling sky, but the air suddenly hums with power, Storm clouds swirl into a violet vortex as lightning fractures the sky, revealing a celestial city of gold. The air thrums with a heavy, divine frequency. Suddenly, He is there, Standing on the path is a figure draped in a white robe, a jeweled sash across His chest. His eyes burn like blazing fire, and His feet glow like molten brass in a furnace. A sharp, two-edged sword emerges from His mouth, and seven stars drift above His open palm. He looks at you, His face shining like the sun in full strength.

"Fear not," He says, His voice like rushing waters "I am the First and the Last.