This new age is flickering into existence, the towers of the dark times past now little more than crumbling shadows. We have questions about who we are, where we came from, what came before us, what led us here, and why.
The desperation and the cruelty of the past is etched in the decayed artefacts and architecture buried in the ashes, though the true extent of this darkness remains obscured by time and absence. We know not what we used to do, only what we do now.
What caused it all to break? Who shattered the mould?
He Who Devoured The Dark. He battled great evil and overcame it with unconquerable good. A martyr. A saviour. Whatever you need Him to be.
We needed a story to unite us, to give meaning to a gaping hole in our past, so we made Him, and webbed him over our cultural wound. He’s bound their, growing more solid in our minds, though we know Him to be a fabrication. He connects the strands of tales lost, bridges the gaps in time, makes us feel that the past is whole, and now wholly behind us.
So we can move on, into a brighter age. Though some worry about our glass foundation.
Paddy Dobson
3rd March 2022