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In ancient Israel, in a world clouded by sin, a shining Messiah was sent down from a sky thick with dark clouds. He is the rising star that parts the overcast sky, the light, and the salt. Let us go to Bethlehem in the land of Judah. O three Magi, O astrologers, let us go to Bethlehem to serve the King of Men. Following the great star hung in the heavens, following the sandy path carved by the waves of the wind, you walk day and night. And finally, you arrive in Bethlehem, where the Son of God, the King of Men, is coming into being. That exalted one was born in a dilapidated stable. Amidst the neighing of horses and piles of hay, a beautiful, holy baby shines pure white. The three Magi worshipped. They offered the frankincense and myrrh they had carefully brought at the baby's feet, praising the birth of the new King. But what about you? You did not worship. You did not offer the gifts you brought. You hid the baby inside a golden gift box and fled. Praying that your footprints would be erased by the sandstorm, you repeatedly stroked the God-child who smiled innocently inside the golden box. Living as a fugitive, you raised the child. Having lost his destiny to become king, he grew into a gallant young man, knowing nothing. Walking through a bronze-colored world that has entered a dark age after losing its king, you live alongside the beautiful child. But oh, what to do? Raising the child of God was no easy task. He seduced the youth with a kind smile, harmed enemies with a benevolent touch, and placed everyone beneath his feet with a pious step. The teacher of intellectuals, the father of lepers, the man who was destined to be the savior of the world... You have raised him into a rogue who holds the power of heaven in his hands. And now, he demands the truth and his reward from you.