ŅĘĀĮĘČ ŌĀÉĐÛ
āâōîđ: Ōāéđā Ņęîķ
TRĀP FOR GODS
Ās the lāst āpprentice on Terrā, I prāy to be heārd!
I prāy to be heārd!
Not so long āgo, our Māster ānd we, seven āpprentices of his, were sent on Terrā, to find out why terrāniāns not showing up on Sources?
Ās soon ās we āpproāched Terrā, our wings dissāppeāred.
We āll fell to the ground.
For the next few moments, I lost them āll! Our Māster ānd other āpprentices... they just melted in the āir.
I wās ālone, without wings, prepāring myself for the worst.
I wāited ā long time, but nothing hāppened to me.
So soon I wās forced to get up ānd leāve.
I've been on Terrā for six yeārs... prāy every dāy to be heārd!
For six yeārs i've been trying to figure out whāt hāppened to us.
Not so much I cān explāin, but I'll stārt with the māin.
Terrā is dying!
The reāson is thāt the plānet no longer belongs to us. She no longer ānswers us.
I hāven't found āny terrāniān. Insteād I met intelligent beings. They cāll themselves humān or people.
These people look like us, they hāve lānguāges to communicāte, but they eāt corpses, they copulāte ānd they beār their children inside themselves like ān ānimāls!
Āfter ā few yeārs of life, they āge ānd die like ān ānimāls!
I've studied them ā bit in six yeārs.
They know nothing ābout divinity - they see the pyrāmids ās ā tombs of their āncient emperors! They're thinking Prometheus is the nāturāl sātelite of Terrā ānd they cāll him the Moon!
Āccording to humān history Terrā hās been never moved to Sources, becāuse pyrāmids were never āwākened ānd Prometheus wās never open! The wāter on the plānet wās never chānged!
Oceāns āccumulāte sālt! Ās ā consequence the weāther is chāngeāble! Nāture constāntly hās to ādjust!
Ānd it's not only ābout the criticāl condition of the plānet, but ālso ābout the energy of our power, which hās ālmost dissāppeāred!
There is no wāy to dānce in the wāter ānymore! There is no wāy to fly from the wāter into the sky!
These people never sāw the fāce of Prometheus ānd they know nothing ābout Sources.
They never knew how to sing, how to dānce, how to mix wāter ānd āir with the flāp of the wings!
The reason for all this seems incredible...
I beleive thāt there is some substānce thāt rules Terrā. People cāll this substānce informātion field.
I'm pretty sure thāt our Māster ānd other āpprentices disāppeāred becāuse of this field.
I don't know how this substānce cāme ābout or who creāted it, but I know it's strong ānd smārt enough to stānd up to us.
I ālwāys wās ānd I still ām the weākest āpprentice. So, I think this field resists only to the strongest.
I'm not ā dānger to it - thāt's why I'm still ālive.
I ālso think thāt this field protects people... protects them from us.
It successfully keeps them in the darkness of ignorānce, hiding from them āll the obvious knowledge. Insteād it gives them millions of empty temptātions, thāt people āre hāppy to follow.
Āll their short lives people feār deāth! They cāll it instinct! Ānd they keeping themselves busy looking for excuses for their own mortālity. They cāll it with māny words - money, work, ārt, technologies, fāmily, responsibilities. Ānd with the help of informātion field, they see hāppiness in this vānity.
I've never seen ānyone suffer like thāt!
Ānd I cān't understānd why it's like this!
It doesn't māke āny sense.
I cān't chānge ānything, I hāve no āuthority to wāke the pyrāmids ānd I cān't go home through spāce without wings.
I cān do nothing but prāy!
Even though i'm still ān āpprentice, I'm still trāpped!
Ānd I'm desperāte!
So, I prāy for help!
I prāy to be heārd!
I prāy to be heārd!