JudithEJezsel
Our world had rules they did not know of.
Eternal beings don't worry of leaving a strand of hair behind. But our world collects many types of evidence of its past. Nothing would bloom forever, but nothing would fades without being noted, there would always be hints it was there if you look hard enough.
The world leaves us fragments, everything has its own record in this world, any attempt to erase the past will fail because truth will find a way.
Truth that were meant to be destroyed, burned, erased to preserve what one wanted to set as our new history. They emerge, maybe so long after being hidden, they aren't immediately called into question. But regarded as more to add to an ancient story.
The people who were meant to be slaughtered. Few escaped or many bowed down to their swords and assimilated to their gods, both whispering names and prayers under their breath and refusing to let go. Going on to pass their knowledge, traditions, and protection to the next generations secretly.
Fragments exist even without a direct source, because they now exist within humanity. We have a broken memory within us all that things had been better at some point.
The feelings of ancestral memory are mistaken for times of the recent past, but that is another lie thrown to sew dissent.
The origin of nostalgia is an ancient memory of a time that was corrupted by forces we could not stop, ones that didn't just threaten our lives to gain power, but those who learned to invade our minds to gain power.
What we felt when human life had both balance within our world and safety from the wilderness. We miss the safety of the balance that was not directly taken, but the balance humanity was led to abandon.
The short and forgotten time, after our world would balance the gods with us, by limiting their power to go hand in hand with our belief. After humanity gained true safety.