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Prologue – The Last Gift Before humanity carved its first mark into stone, before fire bent to our will, they ruled the stars. The Erythians. Their minds spanned the cosmos, sculpting worlds from quantum threads, their glowing cities drifting in the black void. They had conquered biology, energy, and time itself. Perfection was their crown. It was also their curse.
But entropy did not care.
Their brilliance came at a price. Evolution stopped. Genetic mastery had bred a flawless, frozen race—immortal yet stagnant. Their spires dimmed, their future drained into nothingness. They saw the end creeping toward them, slow but inevitable, and refused to let it be their legacy’s grave. In their final act, they forged a reckless plan, not to save themselves, but to gamble on something greater. Intelligence, their gift, would outlive them. They scoured the cosmos for a vessel, a spark.
They found us.
A speck of blue orbiting a forgettable star. Neanderthals lumbered across its surface, brutish and unpolished, but alive with raw potential. Where the Erythians were locked in amber, these creatures churned with change.
They did not descend as gods or conquerors. They came as architects, wielding tools beyond human comprehension, threading their essence into our blood. Instinct fused with intellect. Emotion with logic. A hybrid seed, planted in secret.
Not all agreed. The council fractured. Some called it blasphemy. Others swore it was survival. The dissenters lost. What we could not become, the victors whispered, they will.
Then they vanished. Their cities winked out. Their ships melted into the void.
Left behind were whispers in our genes, shards of their world, twisted relics, buried codes, and something deeper still. Not chains. A dare. For millennia, silence reigned.
Until now.