He predicted an era of Peace—a silence that follows the storm.

He predicted an era of Peace—a silence that follows the storm. It is a peace born from the ashes of the old world, a realization that humanity, having touched the very brink of its own extinction, finally learns the value of the earth it stands upon.

As his candle sputtered and died, Michel de Nostradamus looked at the parchment one last time. He did not offer a date for this peace, for he knew that time was a circle, not a line. He simply left the words, a bridge across five hundred years, whispering to us that even the darkest night must eventually surrender to the dawn.