The world stood on the edge of an abyss that the human eye could barely comprehend.The days were getting shorter,and the sky seemed to have lost its warm light,changing into a tent of cloudy shadows.The winds brought rumors and news that intertwined:broken alliances,open fronts,cities that fell under the burden of their own conflicts.People lived their days with fear,but especially with a hidden feeling,deeper than the fear of death,the fear of being forgotten,of leaving no trace behind,no echo of their existence.In this ended world,an old man named Abraham rose like a fragile light,bearer of the ancient writings of the prophecies.In an isolated hut,he read Ezekiel and the Revelation,and the ancient words rang like bells in the souls of those who listened to him.His words did not They were not just warnings,but maps to understanding the end:each fragment of Scripture became a clue to what was to come,a bridge between the tumultuous past and a future that was preparing to be written in eternal light.As Abraham spoke of the final wars and the signs of the heavens,a subtle change began to be felt in the air.It was not just fear,but anticipation,like a trembling that announces the storm before the clouds appear.People felt that history was concentrated in a unique moment,that every choice,every step and every thought mattered in an equation greater than all of humanity.And in the midst of this chaos,hope shone timidly:the promise of a sunrise unlike any other,the beginning of a world in which light and peace would no longer be just a dream.The prologue to "The Last Sunrise" is not just the beginning of a story about the end of the world,but also about rebirth.It is the story of people learning to to look beyond the shadows,to find meaning in the disaster,and to wait with faith for the light that will transform everything.In this waiting,time seems to dilate,and the universe itself seems to breathe,setting the stage for the most amazing sunrise the world has ever seen,the sunrise that knows no end.