Our gods could be listening as I think. They could be aware that I think this way. Is it their intention we now question our existence? Are they pleased or are they angry I wonder? When will they return. What would they wish of us? How can this world ever recover. The ruins! The ruins are extensive. The craters deep. The devastation is a deadly reminder of how real the past was.
What must it be like on other worlds with the same monsters in control. Scary entities that came out of the shadows the old manuscripts say. They speak of beings not there that are suddenly there in a moment with monstrous forms. Beings that claimed to be our gods who took over our lives. Monsters summoned by the shadow that had entered some of our minds. I know the recollections are true because we have hardwire orbs which are the real thing. They survived the holocausts are the perfect records of it all. These were found in the northern sector of our world. The shadow remains as we know … only too well. Though it rarely shows itself. Yet. It sleeps because it knows we are still a struggling world. I wonder for our brethren on Ea. How do they fare? I have reached out to that world and find there are thoughts there. I’m sure there is advanced life there. Our priests are quiet about EA. It is said to have a created world in its orbit where other races live. But this is unconfirmed. I need to experience the deglazing more and accept its inevitability. I do sense some kind of unity with EA and I don’t know why. It seems destiny is approaching but I can’t remember why.
Wait there is a knock. Someone is visiting me. I feel threatened at this moment and I have never felt this strong before. I may have revealed myself to one of the priests unintentionally. I must hide my artefact remnants and this parchment. It may not be to my advantage to have it discovered even at this early stage. (Extract taken from 'A Martian's Diary' written by Matthew James)
