The Creation of the Cage
In the dawn of time, the powerful Gods and Celestials observed the Human Spirits—beings of limitless, untamed potential. Fearing what these spirits could become if left unbound, the deities conceived a prison of flesh: human beings, a fusion of spirit and clay.
They secured the perfect containment vessel by capturing a Human Spirit whose essence was close to Mavet.[1]
For every passing constellation, the captive spirit was tortured rigorously. bent, stretched, folded, and broken. All to find the perfect, most constrictive form the Human Being should occupy. After what seemed like an eternity of torment, the Gods settled on their design. They promised the first captured spirit powers and ascension into a higher state of being.
The first man was created. They called him ADAM.
Adam, his spirit scarred by the torture, accepted his new existence, believing the promise of domineering authority. He was now a being of Spirit and Clay. The moment he was released to live, the lie became apparent. He had lost most of his transcendent senses. He was reduced to the mere biological: he could only see, smell, feel, hear, fear, and trust. He was slower, no longer a spiritual force, but a measurable, small man, trapped in the very clay he was promised would elevate him.
Betrayed by the Gods and Celestials, his body a monument to his folly, Adam sought redemption. He knew he was powerless to fight; his essence was diminished. He begged for solace, but the Gods, already moving on to their next agenda, met his pain with silence.
The Gods decided it was time to end all Human Spirits by creating more human beings—no more torture, no promises, just swift captivity and fusion with clay. The clay, however, was a limited resource. The Gods realized they needed a reproduction vessel. They decided to create a different kind of human being: a woman, designed to be the support of man, the perfect complement for reproduction. With subtle tweaks to the formula, the first woman was created: Eve.
Adam hated himself. He was now a being who could die, and the newly created Human Men on Earth blamed him for being the mold—for giving up his essence to create the perfect prison that now bound them all. The hate festered until he regretted every constellation he had endured for a lie.
Then, she came into the picture.
Eve, formed by the Gods, was stunningly beautiful. Adam, a man burdened by millennia of solitude and self-loathing, was instantly drawn to her. This was the first time he had seen another human being—something new, different, and exquisitely fascinating. He lost himself in her company, adorning her, worshipping her, refusing to let her work. His quest for redemption was replaced by a desperate search for peace in Eve.
Eve, trapped in an unfamiliar shell in an unfamiliar world, was driven by a vague, implanted command: "Never stray from the path of your purpose." She sought out the First Man.
He was a sight to behold. Adam's long, silver hair framed his pale white skin. His brown eyes were deep as a desert at twilight. Every edge of his body was cosmically, perfectly shaped. Eve felt a strange, heavy weight in her chest.
This food-to-the-eye man was gently washing her feet. She found herself setting aside her vague purpose, desperate to feel the warmth of his singular devotion.
She knew this love would cost them both, but she chose to savor every bit of affection. They became inseparable, their happiness blinding them to the world's sorrows. As their bond deepened, so did the number of times they lay together. The act that was initially strange quickly became as easy as breathing.
The Gods noticed. Adam and Eve had laid together, and a new seed—a life of their kind—was growing inside her. They came to collect.
Eve, filled with confusion, still believed she had a purpose to fulfill, though she did not know what it was.
Adam, frantic with worry, knew his lover was with a new life but didn't know how to deliver the life safely or what to do next. He asked other Human Women for help, but they were as ignorant as he.
"If you go to the end of the Crying Flowers Forest, you may find help," one woman finally told Adam, desperate to soothe his panic.
Adam journeyed for what seemed like an age, navigating through the harsh terrains of. After three circles of lighs, [2]he finally reached a dilapidated shrine home.
A figure in rags emerged. "I'm Anthrea," she said, her voice cold yet resonant. "I've been waiting a while now for your visit... PRIMUS."
[1] The Hebrew concept of death
[2] Circle of light refers to days.......