In the beginning, when the world was kinder and simple, we cared for the Forest and she fed us. We respected
the Spirits and they protected us. We honored our Ancestors and they guided us with their wisdom. We
worshiped the Gods and their favor fell upon us—their insights led us to create, to see beyond, to innovate
beyond our dreams.
But everything fell when the men with skin like the sun came on their arks—ships, they called them. They
came seeking cooperation, trade, claiming to understand us. But along with them came sickness and plagues
our lands had never seen. Those were the minor parts of our problems.
When we refused their control, their slow and effective in-submission, they showed their fangs—proving to be
more monstrous than the beasts of our forests. They took our riches, our heritage, our people to distant lands
beyond our reach.
We cried to our Gods and they did not listen. We ran to the Forest and she did not accept us. We begged our
Ancestors, only to be met with silence.
But we fought regardless. We won the favor of the Gods and Spirits and gained abilities—but these men were
too advanced. Their sticks rang out as they killed our warriors. All hope seemed lost.
And truly, it was.
Then they came. The same as the sun-skinned ones, but different. They called themselves missionaries. They
claimed our Gods were false, that their powers would not save us. They brought a new God—one they claimed
was holy and pure. The ONE TRUE GOD.
**He was.**
Through them, He healed our sick, taught us His ways. They tore down our old temples, our places of worship,
our shrines. They took us from the old ways they called barbaric and led us into a new age.
But those who taught us of this God are long dead. Centuries have passed since their arrival.
Humanity as a species has reached out to the Stars. We have touched worlds once thought lifeless, met
beings that defied our knowledge of biology, gained knowledge that made ours look like children seeing the
world from outside their house for the first time. We gained abilities that defied logic.
But many have forgotten the old ways. The old Gods. The Spirits. Their Ancestors.
But THEY did not forget us.
They look upon us from above. The Spirits around us, calling.
**If only we dare listen.**
**If only we look closer.**
**If only we open our minds.**