Pergamon

Chaos… It created Gaia from the immense void that existed before the birth of the universe.

And Gaia was the mother earth. She created her mate from nothingness, and thus Uranus was born.

And many would come after…

They were all children of Uranus and Gaia. Those who came from, those born of.

Uranus was the heaven, and so Gaia was the earth.

Uranus was the god of the skies, and so Gaia of the earth.

Gods, goddesses, demigods, titans… They multiplied, taking their share from the abundance of mother earth.

But one day, human emotions took hold of them all. They wiped out their own lineage even without distinction their siblings.

Helpless mankind watched in awe, building cities and erecting temples, and they named it Pergamon.

These helpless servants, so keen to worship, inscribed these bloody wars on the walls, named them tales of heroism.

Every story born between the earth and the sky was written in Pergamon.

Now, we are all that remains, under the dome of the sky, on top of mother earth, looking up at the sky god…