APOCRYPHA

In the land of the ancient New lived many souls where time flow they had forgotten. The world passed them as they were addicted to shadows and were meat machines for the few. The masses fed upon one another in an endless cycle, the bottom, the middle, and the highest of all.

For in the groupings of New there was a few of New for which only a few knew. They fed on all, top to bottom. The New few tamed them all with shadows. The masses even created the shadows subjugated everlasting.

They did not know of these ways despite many speaking the truths of Old. Those of New would not listen but instead endlessly consuming one another projecting shadows as if they were not.

Pushed by the few of New the dawn broke and the new became as old. Summer to winter. Daylight to darkness. Happiness to sadness.

As the cold set, strife and pain fueled consumption and the New was destroyed. As there was no longer New and those who lived fled to the mountains. They brought with them pestilence. On the mountains, the old New became the new New and they reached skyward in praise. Knowledge of old persisted here still.

For if New had listened the graves would not be tree height. Had they heeded their minds would have borne fruit of knowledge of bread and corn. They did not and could not for the trance of the false light was too great. The shadows dance a temptress as old as time. Next time they will listen.