Years passed. Wis sat at the edge of the cosmic pond, eyes fixed on its shifting surface, waiting for something new to appear.
"You can look into the past," the Father said. "Just wave your hand and think of the time you wish to see."
Wis waved his hand. The water rippled and darkened. When it cleared, he saw a different age a world of stone castles and wooden carts, of smoke rising from thatched roofs. A medieval time.
He thought it would be noble and grand, but the reality was harsh. The streets were narrow and filthy, the people thin and weary. Disease lingered in the air. Yet, despite his disgust, Wis continued to watch.
He decided to observe one life from birth to its end to see what might emerge from this brutal world.
Scene: A Birth in Eldoria
Agnes: (gently) "Elena, the time has come. Breathe deeply… again."
Elena: (gritting her teeth) "It hurts… it hurts so much…"
Agnes: "I know, my dear. This is the way of nature. Focus on the child… on the life you bring forth."
Mara: (handing herbs) "Take this, Mother. It will ease the pain."
Elena: (clutching the cloth) "I… I cannot…"
Agnes: "Yes, you can. Push with me… one more time…"
Labor cries. Wind rattles the shutters.
Agnes: "There! I see the head! Steady… steady…"
Elena: (screaming) "I feel it!"
Moments pass. Then, a baby's cry fills the room.
Agnes: (smiling) "A boy! Strong and alive. You did well, Elena."
Elena: (exhausted, tears in her eyes) "He… he's here…"
Mara: (whispering) "He's perfect, Mother."
Agnes: (wrapping the baby in cloth) "God has blessed you tonight. Rest now… both of you."
The candlelight flickered over the mother and child. They named the boy Sean.