Ronald E Lawson: The Day of Black Sun, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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There are stories so old that history itself forgets where they began.

Some speak of a flood that swallowed the world.

Others tell of towers that reached toward heaven.

Some remember kings whose names outlived the empires they ruled.

But every civilization, no matter the language it spoke or the gods it worshipped, preserved one final legend.

The legend of the Black Sun.

No historian could agree on when it first appeared.

No empire claimed to have witnessed it first.

Yet every culture possessed some version of the same warning.

When the sun became black...

The world would meet its end.

Some believed the Black Sun was an eclipse.

Others claimed it was a curse sent by heaven.

Many dismissed it as a myth.

Until the day the sky remembered.

It began without warning.

The sun did not dim.

Clouds did not gather.

There was no thunder.

No earthquake.

No trumpet from heaven.

Only light...

Slowly consumed by darkness.

Across every nation, people looked upward.

Astronomers searched for explanations.

Governments demanded answers.

Religious leaders fell to their knees.

Children pointed toward the heavens while their parents stared in silence.

The eclipse should not have been possible.

Yet it spread.

Not across one nation.

Across the entire Earth.

The moon had not crossed before the sun.

Something else had.

A circle of perfect darkness.

Ancient.

Watching.

Waiting.

The Black Sun.