The whispered echoes of the possible future pervaded the spaces between my thoughts, a gentle hum, unrelenting yet benevolently vague. My name, Agabus, carries a weight, not for the man I am, but for the truths I unfold from the veil of tomorrow. Two prophecies, distinctly successful in their accuracy, cemented my reputation, but I was always more concerned with the ripple effects, the choices birthed from my visions.
Antioch – a name that reverberated through the spiritual realms, heralding a beacon of hope for believers. Its streets, lively and bathed in the hues of diversity, cradled the first church that embraced both Jews and non-Jews. This mingling of beliefs, cultures, and hopes crafted a poignant phase for Christianity’s growth, transcending boundaries within one of the Roman Empire's pivotal cities.
