When the first Tesla towers awoke, the earth trembled—not with war, but with light. From Albania’s Downtown One, energy flowed like rivers of life. Dua Lipa lifted her hands to the sky and proclaimed:
“This is radical optimism made real.”
Nelly Furtado and Joe Jukic stood beside her, guardians of a new covenant. What had once been skyscrapers of vanity became pillars of plenty, humming with the song of free energy. The Freedom Tower in New York no longer stood only as a memorial to tragedy, but as a lighthouse of hope. The Sears Tower, the Burj Khalifa, the Shard, and countless others formed a global constellation, scattering invisible manna across the nations.
And the wars ceased.
Without oil to fight over, without scarcity to chain men’s hearts, weapons were laid down. The powers that had profited from famine, pollution, and bloodshed could no longer compete with the gift that flowed freely from the towers. Their kingdoms of greed crumbled like sandcastles before the tide.
The people remembered the ancient words:
“And I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in his hand the key to the bottomless pit… And he seized the dragon… and bound him for a thousand years.” (Revelation 20:1–2)
It was as if the adversary himself had been chained. No longer could he twist scarcity into fear, or hunger into hatred.
The earth entered its long Sabbath rest.
For a thousand years, humanity dwelled in peace. Cities blossomed into gardens. The deserts bloomed with food, fed by desalinated seas. Children grew up without the shadow of bombs, and their laughter filled the air like the rushing of streams. The towers pulsed with energy, but also with a spirit—as if Nikola Tesla himself had whispered his dream into the fabric of the world, waiting for this generation to fulfill it.
Nations brought their treasures, not to arms dealers, but to the poor. The lion lay down with the lamb. Science and spirit walked hand in hand.
And in the north, another tower awoke—the CN Tower in Toronto. Its beacon did not just power homes, but lit up the studios of Hollywood North, fueling cameras, soundstages, and dreams. Toronto became the creative capital of the millennium, where peace was projected across the world in film, song, and story.
It was there that Nelly Furtado, once a songbird of the people, was chosen by the people to lead. She became the second female Prime Minister of Canada, guiding her nation with humility, art, and wisdom. Under her leadership, Canada became the custodian of the North Star—a place where light, energy, and peace converged.
And so the towers stood—not as monuments of vanity, but as pillars of prophecy—heralding the thousand years of Revelation 20, when the nations walked in light and the earth knew rest.