Maksil

He teaches in fables; in the language of the old and the almost-forgotten. He speaks of words that were hidden in the history of kings and ancestors so that generations to come couldn’t claim ignorance, not even the unborn.

The last thing he wants is for his children to grow up in the past, because it would mean nothing has been learned.

There were seas split into two, clouds of fire and light, rivers flowing from barren rocks and tables spread in the wilderness. There were feasts that fell from heaven, and perhaps everyone thinks that seeing is believing, but seeing is for those who can look beyond what the eyes can see.

There was a time when humans ate the food of angels, when meat rained down like dust and the winds always blew their way.

Even those who saw wouldn’t believe, and so he leaves it up to his descendants to make things right again.

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