A story about the dawn of age.
“When the sun rose once again it was more than a new dawn for the world. A new order, a new era had begun.
And it was time.
We from whom the stars were seeded were sent to earth to walk amongst you. We wore flesh like a garment, clothing our immanence, choosing the limitation of your little lives as our place of working.
The people were nomads, chasing subsistence where the water rose and the animals ran. We could do nothing with them except seek them across the desert. How were we to teach them if they could not stay still? How could they listen if their days were taken by their need for survival? Indeed, we saw such violence and starvation in that arid land that even the gods wept.
It was a problem.
Famine and war had raped the earth and the people were little more than…
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