Our Roots — Prologue

The Deepening

One memory. Many faces. One descent.
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A cosmic deep field at the dawn of time, scattered with golden stars and faint nebulae, a single warm spark at the center

There is a memory older than time.

Planet Earth viewed from low orbit, the sunrise terminator crossing the Levant, Mesopotamian rivers glowing in gold, a tiny ziggurat at the center

It lives in every civilization.

A massive Mesopotamian ziggurat under a stormy sky, the top fractured with smoke pouring out, a woman's face forming in the smoke

Fractured at Babel.

A close portrait of Naamah, ancient and witnessing, gold filigree headpiece, dark curling hair, a flame visible inside her pupil

Embodied in Naamah.

Naamah pressed close to a bronze-armored Watcher, his hand cradling her cheek, his face inhuman but beautiful, a falling star streaking across the night sky behind them, the city of Cain glowing in the distance below

From the heavens, one bent down to her.

An extreme macro of a human eye, golden iris striations, a flame burning inside the pupil with a city silhouette within the flame

And the fire entered her.

An ancient Bronze Age city engulfed in fire from a torn red sky, fleeing figures, a single robed witness on a high ridge in the distance

And the world burned.

A robed elder on a high desert ridge at dawn, watching a burning valley below, a faint golden city of light shimmering on the far horizon

But one was warned.

A luminous walled city on a high mountain at dawn, golden light radiating from within, an open gate pouring pure white-gold light at the center

Step inside.