Chapter Nine: The Rhyme

Chapter Nine: The Rhyme

In whispers deep, the numbers spoke,
A cosmic path through symbols woke.
Seven, four, and thirteen shone,
Guiding Asha’s mind along.

The Mayan steps, the pyramid’s face,
A solar map through time and space.
With ninety-one, the cycles spun,
Four sides, one temple—creation begins.

The Mayan gods, their voice so near,
Pacal’s essence she could hear.
In Tesla’s gaze, the numbers aligned,
the three, the six, and the nine, 

their truths combined.

AtoM appeared, the space dissolved,
Adam in Genesis, mysteries revolved.
The seed of life, the builder’s stone,
Asha stood where truths were sown.

Keyboards hummed with silent codes,
Nine blocks stacked where energy flows.
Efficiency whispered, 

“God’s own hand,
Built eternity with this simple plan.”

The cube, the dial, the golden Phi,
Tesla’s quill and the feather’s sigh.
“Ten keys,” he said, “a door they’ll find,
Where the brethren’s code leaves truth behind.”

Thoth’s name arose, his wisdom vast,
A keeper of time from the ancient past.
Writing life’s measure, its cycles, its hue,
In the Mayan count and the dial’s view.

Three steps forward: one, two, three,
Asha’s hand unlocked the key.
Three, six, nine—the future’s breath,
A code to outlast even time and death.

The message, Tesla’s final gift,
Through time and space, it seemed to drift.
Now Asha holds it, her path is clear,
To merge the past with the future near.

Through pyramids, dials, and cosmic threads,
Ancient voices the guide in her head.
And so the rhyme of numbers flows,
Where it leads, only God really knows.