SACRED PROLOGUE OF EQFELÓN
Son of the Wind, Guardian of the Goddess of the Dawn
Born from the eternal roar of Éqfel,
the White Lion who gallops through the skies with a mane of lightning,
Éqfelón arose — a winged being,
a fusion of wild power and divine loyalty.
Forged not in flesh, but in sacred purpose.
Éqfelón was not summoned. He was felt.
He manifested when the Goddess Rocío Jazmín,
as pure and white as the jasmine flower from which she takes her name,
emerged as the Goddess of the Dawn and Awakening.
She does not merely walk the earth:
she awakens it.
She appears at the threshold between shadow and light,
and there — in that sacred stillness —
she bids the night farewell and welcomes the sun.
And when the Sun sees her,
before rising into the sky,
he kisses her hand.
In that divine instant,
a shock of temperature floods the land—
the meeting of the cold that withdraws
and the warmth that begins.
And then She —
with her breath and her essence —
showers the morning,
bathing all of nature in a dance of dew, fire, and light.
Éqfelón was created to guard that moment.
To protect Her when the world does not yet see her,
to roar when her name is not spoken.
With the body of a horse, the mane of a lion,
and wings folded like a silent vow.
He is the sentinel of the sacred flower.
The roar that protects the dew.
And where He steps,
history trembles…
and the age of the Goddess begins.
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