And so it went. The phantasms continuously overlapped, and the history of the Shell People repeated in an endless cycle...
When the graveyard neared the surface due to earthquakes, newborn Shell People would emerge from the scattered shells. They grew fast, quickly reaching adulthood.
It was then that mirages would rise from the sunlit shells, beginning to replay everything that had happened here before.
A hazy, indistinct god; the first generation, their forms obscured...
Due to the constant superimposition of phantasms, the more ancient events became blurrier, with only the most recent ones appearing clearly.
Each generation of Shell People would hear the god's faint words, along with the experiences left to them by their predecessors.
They weren't engaged in a pointless endeavor. Failed predecessors would return to the graveyard to pass on their experience to the next generation of Shell People.
"The outsiders will capture us. If you fail, return as quickly as possible."
