Four thousand and some hundreds of years ago.
The human civilization was on the cusp of its first transition.
Many of the ancient began to weaken;
a handful of the new began to burgeon.
The mystery with which the land had once brimmed dwindled as human knowledge advanced,
and the laws of the universe on this planet began to shift little by little
towards the physical laws of today.
As the state of the earth became defined,
it became difficult for Divine and Phantasmal Beasts to roam freely.
The gods who had borne the principles of the atmosphere lost their directivity
and were beginning to return to pure phenomena.
In other words, this was the beginning of the primatial age.
The gods left the land,
and it became so that the humans ruled the earth.
Many kings lived and perished, and as that happened civilization progressed.
It was the dawning of the age
where humans for the first time strayed from the
, and walked on their own legs.
….Indeed.
The dawning of frenetic turmoil, where the humans who had until then venerated and feared nature,
began, as humans, to do what they wished.
The commencement of manic delirium.
In such an age, he was
as king.
The blood of the gods who had ruled thus far,
and the blood of the humans who would rule from hereon.
As a completely different life form, embodying the two.
As the ultimate neutral party,
discerning their respective failings,
adjudicating from their respective positions.
Initially, he loved the gods rather than humanity.
Eventually, he loathed the gods rather than humanity.
Ultimately, he determined to observe everything of humanity.
To observe was to determine.
He determined to discern the lives of humans by the king’s measure.
That is the the crux of his being.
There is a king who reigned in Uruk.
There is a king who recognized none as his equal.
There is a king who indiscriminately condemned both those who would resist and those who would obey.
He did not sanction equality, and took lives without mercy.
What remains is
the weeping people, and the desolate earth;
desires that continue to be born, land that continues to be bared.
Both hideous, bleak sights.
It was the moment that the crucible of desires was born on this planet.
There was a king who accepted and allowed this.
The desires that make humans "human" were born in this age.
Because the king who was commanded to punish the animal nature of humans
instead affirmed their desires.
...Because he sanctioned the act of “taking.”
The result is this wasteland.
The garden of desires that he had derided as hideous, that he had detested, that he had unceasingly castigated.
Drenched in its mud, he smiles.
“Ah, truly―——what a gruesome future.”
Originally Posted by Reiu
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