Friday, September 5, 2025

Part 1: The Seed of Life

They were ancients, lost to space and time itself. Their technological advancements had established one of the universes greatest informational archives, and although they were at very peak of scientific knowledge, their wisdom left very little to be desired as their consumption grew wildly out of control.

The Great Milky way Empire was as vast as the very limitations of your imagination, and the things they could do, confounded the mind, and seemingly defied all reason. But their power became too great, as the weight of their knowledge caused the unstable empire to collapse into the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy we know as home. 

After the explosion, genetic material rained across the cosmos like fireworks, spreading the first seeds of its phoenix program, developed by the elders in anticipation of the statistical possibility of their demise. In their forethought, they'd prepared a contingency plan to save life in the galaxy, if not for them, then for someone else. 

In the beginning, we crawled from pools of mud because we had fallen in love with the sun. It was love that kept us alive, kept us together, kept us safe, kept us warm. 

Time is meaningless in the span of infinity. We grow, we evolve, and whole civilizations crumble and fall in what seems like the blink of an eye. All throughout human history, ancient civilizations gave homage to the ancients. Planting seeds of wisdom to give clues to their existence. From the great pyramids, to the mysterious origins of the flower of life, it was as if it was written on our DNA. We look to the stars not out of curiosity, but out of homesickness. We know we don't belong here, but this was all that was left. The very dust of this world is nothing more than the ashes of our great mother land. She still lives beneath our feet, in the very soil, the trees, the mycelial network. She was designed to be our womb. This was their legacy to us, their design. We have all but forgotten, and become cannibals, tearing each other asunder, victims of the same insatiable hunger for consumption that destroyed the ancient empire

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