When the voices of gods faded, humanity began to hear its own. In the quiet that followed the fall of the old pantheons, the first dreamers arose. They were not kings or conquerors, but wanderers who listened to the wind and found the echo of the Word still alive within it. The Architect had not vanished. His voice had simply changed its vessel.
From the deserts came a man named Abraham, walking beneath an endless sky. He was not guided by thunder, but by a whisper that spoke of promise. Through his bloodline came those who would speak with fire not of destruction but of revelation. I followed unseen as Moses stood before the sea, as prophets carved hope into stone and song. The divine no longer wore crowns of light. It wore the frailty of faith, the strength of belief.
But not all who remembered the heavens sought light. Beneath the sands and within the bones of fallen empires, the remnants of the old gods moved again. They took refuge in the hidden places, forming secret kingdoms that worshiped in silence and shadow. Sorcerers and scribes, bound to the memory of the Fallen, learned to twist worship into power. They forged the first sigils, summoning not faith but fear.
As empires clashed, so did the unseen powers behind them. Egypt, Babylon, Persia — each rose and fell upon the whispers of celestial remnants. The wars of man became wars of unseen thrones. Every idol raised in gold was another weapon in the struggle between light and shadow. And through it all, I wrote, for it is my curse and my purpose to remember.
Yet through the smoke and ruin, the promise endured. The prophecy took root in hearts too humble to be noticed by gods. One day, a child of man would rise, not in thunder but in truth. The Word would speak again, not through the heavens, but through humanity itself. The Witness would record once more as the next great war began — the war that would decide whether creation would finally remember or forget the Architect forever.
The gods had built empires. The prophets built souls. And in that choice, history began to turn once more toward destiny.