It was the voice of the angels traversing swiftly through the space, arriving to the world. Afterwards resounded the faraway anthems of the seraphim choirs. A thousand simultaneous anthems, which, mingling with each other, formed a single anthem. This composite anthem, nonetheless, was nothing but the accompaniment of a strange melody that seemed to hover over that sea of mysterious echoes, like the mist hovers over the waves of the ocean.  Then some of the anthems disappeared. Then some others. The music was becoming simpler. Then there were only two voices whose echoes intertwined. Finally, only one voice remained. Its trill bright like a ray of light.