* The great twist in the fog of history (not.)

In the planets that have stopped rotating, in the cores that have been extinguished for thousands of years, the god of order is dreaming in his sleep.

The white deity curled up, long hair obscuring her face, surrounded by dead flowers and plants, and the shady shade of the trees turned the starlight into specks of light that fell on her white fur. Occasionally, she would hear the language of her native land in her dreams, and see that she had forgotten what she looked like, her father and mother, and her younger siblings. The younger brother seems to have inherited the light blue color of his mother's eye, while the younger sister scratched her left ear due to her mischievous childhood, leaving a small gap. As for my father and mother, it was a more distant memory, a memory that had been buried in the ashes.

Ahhh I remember the fragrance of the earth, I remember the vast grasslands, I remember the stars in the sky, and the comfortable wind that surrounds me when I gallop with my fellow people.

I remember rolling in the grassland with grazing animals when spring came, planting new flowers on the walls of stone houses that had been empty for a year. Remember to make a contract with the Treants well in advance of winter, and the Treants will spend several days anchoring themselves to the stone house and wrapping it around their branches and trunks. During the winter months, the treemen fall into a regular slumber and use their bodies to help themselves and their compatriots withstand the wind and snow, while they need regular food to sustain themselves.

Such a beautiful memory, such a beautiful hometown......

A thousand years ago, the star core went out and the planet stopped turning. lost its gravitational pull and deviated from its tracks, ushering in a century-long cold wave. In order to maintain her homeland, she chose to become a god and set a new order for her homeland to continue to live. So she finally found her only life in the thousand possibilities of perdition. He rejected the cycle of life and death, so that all things could live again under protection.

In a barren land, even a full stomach is a luxury.

And so civilization was forgotten. (God decides to abandon civilization)

With a long cold winter and a short spring, the weak new life simply cannot grow normally.

Therefore, all children must be born with extraordinary abilities. (God made the two races fight for extraordinary characteristics)

Without the help of the Treants, the stone house could not withstand the bitter cold.

So God allowed his people to hunt the Treants in order to survive in the winter, and then help them multiply in the spring.

After years of cannibalism, the populations of the two ethnic groups have plummeted.

God motioned for the two tribes to help each other when food was plentiful, but this time they did not obey the oracle.

One hundred years, two hundred years. Civilization is forgotten, the world is no longer progressive, and bitter hatred permeates the hearts of all.

The god of order often wondered if he had not resisted the cold wave, for the harbinger of destruction was never far away.

How I want to, how I want to hear the language of my hometown again.

How I want, how I want to eat delicious broth again.

However, all that was left to her was chaotic and crazy dreams.

One day, her spirituality was suddenly touched, and she felt a powerful creature approaching her sleeping place.

It was a tree man, she had only seen such a powerful tree man in the world of her memory, and she couldn't help but miss it for a while. She saw the creature come directly above her hiding place, looked left and right, and laid out a simple ritual of praying to her?—— she sobered up a little to see what the strange believer was asking for.

"The god of order? No. ”

The Treant's body language revealed a sense of undignified impatience, which made her even more curious.

"—Branenka."

Treant said.

The god of order was stunned, This is her language, the language of her kindred, the language of the civilization buried deep in the ice! Are you my compatriot? Have you been asleep for as long as I am, so that you escaped the great cold wave? Don't you want to forget the good old days like me, say more, say more! Say anything, I long to hear again this language that has been unknown for thousands of years!

As she wished, the Treant slowly spoke:

"I've never seen such a useless and selfish god of yours."

"What do you see? Is it necessary to save this place, your love is to make us kill each other?"

"Climb up!"

TBC

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Decay, a god who has a bad temper since childhood.