It’s who we were
Added 2021-02-09 19:20:51 +0000 UTCIt still didn’t make any sense to him. The temple before him had to weigh that of a mountain. Her shape was just odd enough to defy the efforts of the nature around her frame and her color just bright enough to contrast against the grey sky. It seemed as if the surrounding plains were scraped off a table by the creator to make room for this monolith. Whatever god was worshipped here must have been powerful, perhaps even powerful enough to build this church. Whatever god it was, it didn’t seem to build in the badlands anymore.
The elders who speak of days gone by say this monument was made to lift above the ground, above the clouds even, and carry us into worlds away from here. As pleasant as that may sound, he never believed it. As he stood there now looking at it he knew that if such power exists, it left along with the sun. Perhaps they left this here for us as a reminder or warning of some kind, but of what?
There are too many gaps between then and now. If this was something gifted to man, it was for a people much more worthy than those among us. If it was a gift from the earth, then it is nothing more than a cruel dream. It’s odd, despite being the same creature in the same place with the same soul, the man couldn’t have felt more alien than those that came before him. But, his feelings didn’t matter, they were the same and the same hands he had known to fight since birth could have as easily built the gravestone of humanity before him now. As he turned to head back he thought to himself that maybe it was no greater power or beast who built the mountain, maybe it was just us, maybe that’s who we were.
