C133 The Son of Apollo

That light runs in the air, the high song roars.

Under the thick dark clouds, the light in King Tyre's palace bloomed like a flower. As if the sun had fallen on the ground, the sky was illuminated by the light from Jesus.

The extremely low dark clouds, which looked like they could be seen when one looked up, slowly cracked open. Countless holy spirits descended like pigeons, flying in the air