By order of the Council of Elders, the day of the manifestation has finally arrived. The skies are filled with an unending expanse of fluffy white clouds, a harbinger of the revelations to come.
The Omniscient One, resplendent in a gleaming white robe, stands atop the dais. The air is thick with an almost palpable anticipation.
As the hour of the appointed time approaches, the crowd gathers 'round, their faces set with an unshakeable expectation.
And then, the moment arrives. A blinding light illuminates the proceedings, and the Omniscient One speaks in a voice that shakes the very foundations of reality.