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John's hands, calloused from years of labor, grasp Yeshua's shoulders, guiding him into the river's embrace. The water, murky from the crowd's passage, clears around them as John submerges Yeshua. As they rise, the air crackles with divine energy. A dove, its feathers glistening like pearls, swoops down, alighting on Yeshua's shoulder. A booming voice echoes across the water, "You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased." The crowd gasps, falling to their knees in awe. John's eyes widen, realizing the magnitude of the moment, the beginning of a new era.