Beneath the Infinite Sky

The desert night stretched unbroken, a canvas of silence painted with fire. Abraham lifted his eyes, and the heavens poured forth their mystery—stars multiplying until they became an ocean of light. They were not distant embers but living signs, each one a promise, each one a thread in the tapestry of destiny. In that moment, solitude gave way to awe. He felt the eternal voice within the silence, steady and gentle, telling him that his story would ripple through generations like starlight across time. Faith rose in him like dawn, and he stood beneath the infinite sky, a man transformed by wonder.