Jorge ran blindly through the jungle and at some point, he lost track of the trail. The change was beneath his notice. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was dangerous. The jungle dosn't forgive easily. As if in answer to that thought, a great drop off appeared ahead and Jorge skidded and stumbled to a stop, finally hugging a sapling to steady himself. He looked out onto the world revealed by the drop off. His eyes were drawn downward. Smoke and hellish flames licked up from below. Jorge could see the familiar shapes of his village amid the inferno. Then between the huts, he saw movement! Despite the distance and smoke, he recognized them, the people of his parish! Jorge's gaze moved skyward, looking toward the God who would allow such an atrocity. Somehow, the sky was unsullied by the smoke from below. Beautiful yellow light, too bright to look at directly, limned the clouds. Jorge could barely make out silhouettes past the intense glow. One of them came forward, impossibly, out of the clouds above Jorge. Through his eyes watered badly, Jorge still knew who He was. It was instinctual. The glimpses of His face were of a terrifying beauty, and Jorge was sure that to gaze openly at the face of God would do something to him which would be irrevocable. His lips did not move, but Jorge knew it was He who spoke. "YOU NEED THIS." was the message, and the Voice filled him.
