Bradley
"Praise be our little Tzaritza for in her infinite wisdom she is a just ruler. Sinners falter before her divine might and the true believers will receive her blessing and weather the coming storm, amen."
"Amen!"
"Amen!"
"Amen!"
As their prayer concluded, the splintered pieces of the counted all reversed course. No it was like a divine hand had come down and decided to piece it together piece by piece. It only took an instant, but that instant was alike an a never ending eternity, each piece carefully put in place to unveil the predestined architecture as laid out by The Lord. The fruits of creation was laid bare before them in that fleeting eternity and burned into their minds, for its beauty was not of this world, and only understood as His unconditional love for the Creation.
The moment was over as fast as it had begun, and in its place, the counter had returned in full glory. No, it was not the counter anymore it was something more, something far grander, and something not wholly of this world anymore. It was a sanctuary for the believers, and anathema for the unclean and unworthy, for those who rejected His love had no place here before the [Holy Counter].