My eyes finally rested on the last page.
The ink, already faded with time, seemed to be the last lament of a man who refused to disappear, as if he wanted what was written there to last forever.
"It is only an idea, or maybe part of my delirium, but… what if the gods were nothing more than guardians? What if, just like humans and the other races, they came from the same origin, only with different responsibilities? It sounds like a crazy idea, but…
The more I read what seemed to be a strange monologue, the more I became interested in the man who dared to deny God.
Soon, my eyelids trembled as I reached the next note.
…According to my observations, each deity seems to represent a physical or natural phenomenon: the sun, the moon, the night, life, death, nature…
But is it really a coincidence that their miracles are always linked to those elements?
The answer, I fear, is no.
