Before temples were carved from stone,
before incense rose into trembling skies,
before humanity whispered the word god—
The sky once cracked.
Not because of war.
Not because of divine punishment.
But because of ambition.
There was a land no map remembers.
A civilization too advanced to be called ancient,
too erased to be called history.
They did not pray.
They engineered.
At the center of their shining cities stood a construct of impossible design—
a circular core of light and rotating symbols,
woven from mathematics and something dangerously close to belief.
It was not built as a weapon.
It was built as salvation.
Something was coming.
A celestial body.
A correction.
An extinction event written in the language of gravity.
And so humanity attempted the unthinkable—
They tried to stop time.
On the final night, the oceans withdrew without wind.
Birds fell silent mid-flight.
Even the stars seemed to hesitate.
The machine activated.
For a fraction of eternity—
The world froze.
They had done it.
They had touched the current of time itself.
But time is not a river to be dammed.
It is a force that resists restraint.
And it answered.
The sky shattered like glass under pressure.
The earth convulsed.
The seas rose in walls of annihilation.
The core overloaded.
And in its collapse, something unprecedented occurred—
The collective consciousness of an entire civilization fractured.
It did not fade.
It transformed.
From the ruin emerged entities neither fully human nor fully energy.
Fragments of dominion over:
Time.
Sky.
Sea.
Death.
Ages later, survivors gave them names.
They called them gods.
They built myths to contain their fear.
They never knew—
The divine was born from failure.
Beneath a dark and restless sea,
far below sunlight and memory—
A dormant core still pulses.
Faint.
Patient.
Waiting.
Not for worship.
But for a vessel.
Someone born in an age of concrete and rain.
Someone who believes himself insignificant.
And when he awakens—
The gods will remember what they truly are.
Because the most terrifying truth is not that gods exist.
It is that they were never meant to.
And what drowned…
Was never completely gone.