The battle was no further, solely at the defensing walls.
But across the chessboard.
There was no longer just the classic battle front.
Because the spirit was present.
Tautomeric disciples.
Everywhere and always.
Always and everywhere.
And nowhere for the enemies.
They didn’t longer know where to aim.
Because there was not a certain point.
They were all hubs.
Tied up to the theory of relations.
So that they may become a theory of links .
Then, they all tautochronically felt within, the hidden codeword.
A silent sound of a bell.
What nobody expected, had occurred.
And the light was heard through its sound.
They chanted for centuries on.
But they had not imagined that it was for this reason.
The chants had carried on a tradition.
It hadn’t kneeled even at the worst situation.
Eternal ison.
Until the light arrives.
The notes were candles.
And they had not gone out for so many centuries ..
It was the Byzantine spirit.
That’s what they could hear now.
Because the Beast was biheaded.
Interconnection.
The crucifixion was meaningless without resurrection.
The capture was meaningless without liberation.
This was the Hagia Sophia of Christ.
And the church was its symbol..
The chessboard had many dimensions.
And one of them was the ancient church.
Nobody had forgotten it.
Due to the memory of the future.
The spirit began to chant.
It was unacceptable for the savage.
Every Church in the Occupied territories was functioning again.
Following the precursoring, the commando raid had was left the enemies astonished .
They couldn’t believe it.
Yet, the unbelievable occurred.