INT. CATHEDRAL OF ST. JOHN THE DIVINE – NIGHT
The vast interior of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine is dimly lit, the soaring arches and stained glass windows casting an ethereal glow. JCJ and NF stand near the center, their voices echoing in the cavernous space. JCJ places a sleek portable speaker on the marble floor, its small size deceptive against the grandeur of the setting.
NF
(looking around, awestruck)
This place is massive. Why here?
JCJ
(smiling, adjusting the speaker)
Because this cathedral was built to touch the heavens. The energy here amplifies everything—our voices, our mission.
NF
(raising an eyebrow)
And your portable speaker is the divine instrument?
JCJ
(grinning, tapping the speaker)
Hey, it’s not the size of the instrument; it’s the power of the message.
NF
(laughing softly)
Alright, Christus Rex. Let’s hear it.
JCJ scrolls through his phone, selecting a track. A deep, resonant hum fills the cathedral, building into a symphony of hauntingly beautiful tones layered with celestial harmonies. The sound vibrates through the stone walls, seeming to come alive.
NF
(closing her eyes, feeling the music)
It’s like the building is singing with us.
JCJ
(nodding, his voice low and steady)
The Cathedral knows. It’s been waiting for this moment.
NF
(opening her eyes, her voice firm)
So, what’s next?
JCJ
(stepping forward, his voice echoing)
We call the 144,000. Truth-tellers, teachers, those who carry the light. The music will awaken them, guide them to the fifth dimension.
NF
(nodding, her eyes gleaming)
And we’re the ones to lead them.
JCJ
(smiling)
Christus Rex and Christa Regina—the two witnesses of Revelation. It’s time.
He raises the volume, and the music shifts, a melody of hope and power. NF begins to sing, her voice weaving through the sound like a beam of light cutting through darkness.
NF
(singing)
“Awake, oh sleepers, the time is near…”
JCJ
(speaking over the music, his voice commanding)
Rise, truth-tellers. The light calls you home.
The sound reverberates through the cathedral, the stained glass windows seeming to shimmer as if alive. Outside, the lights of New York City flicker, and the stars above align in perfect harmony.
NF
(stopping, looking at JCJ)
Did you feel that?
JCJ
(nodding, his voice calm but electric with energy)
They’re listening. The 144,000—they’re waking up.
NF
(smiling, her voice steady)
Then let’s give them something to follow.
The two stand together, their music and voices filling the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, reaching far beyond its walls. Their mission has begun.