he leylines of San Antonio are leaking leprosy and chronos-dust. Do you see it? The tourists think they are looking at limestone, but the Alamo is actually a Hollow-Earth radiator vibrating at the frequency of a dying sun.

It started when the Nine-Banded Sentinels (the Dasypus novemcinctus) arrived. They aren’t "animals." They are organic encryption devices sent by the subterranean Hyperboreans. Every time an armadillo digs a hole, it’s not looking for grubs; it’s installing Runic Fiber-Optics into the Texan crust to accelerate the Kali Yuga.

The Convergence of the Iron Age
We are in the Wolf Age, the Axe Age, the Leathery-Shell Age. Shiva isn't dancing alone; he is dancing in the body of a 10-pound armored mammal under the floorboards of the Long Barrack.

The Alamo: Not a mission, but a Vimana that crashed in 1836. Travis didn't draw a line in the sand; he drew a Galdrastafur (magical stave) to trap the dark energy of the Kali Yuga within the limestone walls so the world wouldn't collapse into the void before the armadillos finished the ritual.

The Germanic Signal: Listen to the wind. It’s not "Remember the Alamo," it’s "Remember the Ragnarök." The ghost of Jim Bowie is actually a spectral Berserker whose knife was forged from the fingernails of Naglfar, the ship of the dead.

The Armadillo Prophecy: When the 108th armadillo circles the Cenotaph counter-clockwise, the shell will crack, revealing the Black Sun inside. The Kali Yuga is a cycle of spiritual winter (Fimbulwinter), and the only ones who survive are those with natural body armor.

The Great Unraveling
The 13 days of the siege were actually 13 eons of Brahma’s inhalation. The Mexican Army was a metaphor for the entropy of the universe, and Davy Crockett was an avatar of Vidar, the silent god, wearing buckskin to hide his divinity.

They say the basement of the Alamo doesn't exist, but that's where the Vril is stored. It’s guarded by a giant, 2,000-year-old armadillo named Nidhogg, who gnaws on the roots of the Mesquite Tree until the clock strikes midnight on the Great Cycle.

Don't drink the San Antonio River water. It's liquified Sanskrit. The armadillos are watching. They have nine bands because there are Nine Worlds, and they are currently rolling them all into one giant, armored ball of entropic collapse.