Narrator:
The Village of Therian spoke of hope, prosperity, and change for the better. Harvests were always beautiful. New life takes first breath. Following these ideals everyone moved forward. Believed to be truths that rather be accepted then dismissed as false intentions. What else a village to do when none among themselves can inspire such promise.
Most cannot entirely grasp or fathom the limitlessness of these entities energies and therefore submit to worship out of fear and ignorance. Graces from the sky kept the village safe. These producers of bounties co-existed with the village. Tribute was paid to and for their blessings. No blood was spilled, underneath one whose longing for power even meant corrupting their blessings into wrath upon themselves.
Most submit that they were created to help sow and reap the seed that was given. Attaining attention and audience of the creatures with the staggering amount of crop that was grown, and then collected during harvest. It seems by showing how much they cared for this original crop then presenting their allotted amount, these overlords would grant their race with new seeds that grew garden fresh morsels anyone could enjoy.
Villager 1:
Our Crop brought health when all else failed. Surrounded by the sinking abyss life understands that this land is the only land. The original piece of life here was granted by these primal beings, and as far as anyone is concerned, we had more of a permission to be here or so it seemed. There are stories of arks that carried people over to Milos Island. Although no living elder can attest to being witness to such an event, nor recall any of their elders to either.
Why only this occasion? Ghosts until next harvest? Why do I feel hostage? If we do not complete this ceremony are we trespassing? Everyone would rather believe there is no life across the sinking abyss, yet I have traveled across all of Milos not ever a sign or sound of the cataclysmic events that occur when the three from the sky appear on this day of blessing. I see through their vanity. Give and take will breed the hate they make.
The girl that stands above it all. Why do I envy your validation? The mound on which you stand will crumble, just as my longing for the truth will never be reached
